When the words die

Coming an enraged flood in verbal
Streams they flow killed by the ignorance
Of those who wield them high tried to reach
Some hidden meaning the hidden part to see
Or do they justify the fools who sell them
With contempt? speaking much,yet telling
Nothing will we know the truth lack of
Sincerity full mouths of hollow words to
Delight seeing not when the words die
Foiled perception twisted by the narrowness
Of our minds cage of the private selves
Semantic chaos raised how is even communication possible?
When we are all, whether
We know it or not prisoners of private
Obsessions? cage with no exit sounds
Without a sense