Well, this is good

I cast a stone: 
no bird flies off 
You click your tongue: 
no horse comes running 
 
I'm silent, you're silent. 
But our knifes won't hold 
their tongues. 
 
The loss of one single question mark 
makes us both homeless. 
 
If you start talking 
I will have to  fucking stitch your lips shut 
with this string I'm hanging from.