Born To Die

You create me as a thought
And I long to die as a word
Born in your mind
I crave to die on your lips.

I will perish often
Just to glide on your lips
Then to be born again
To make the non stop trips.

Unspoken words
Undisturbed ashes
Depth of mind
Grave of thoughts.

Bury me not
Deep inside
Voice me out
And make me a martyr.