A Poison

Sometimes words escape the lips. Words we never really believed, yet somehow said. 
In haste. In anger. But sometimes we mean it. Sometimes we mean every syllable that slips.  
The snubs. The "witty" rudeness. Weeds are better than these; limited in growth. But of these words the same cannot be said.They are oft unchecked. No one sees the wounds they cause.
The pain. The despair.When the tear falls on the pillow, no one is there. None sees why.
Words have a power. A power so strong it kills. But the death is different, deadlier.
It is  long, barely seen. Caused by venom invisible.The sneak, the genius. It know the blinds of men and wields words like one wields swords. Yet the weapon is unseen to bearer. Fierce blades invisible to many but the victim.The syllables break skin, draw blood. Victims cry out, but the walls are too thick. Oh throbbing, aching, poisoning pain. You who wield words be not carefree and careless. Sword bearers never are, so why not the word bearers?