Silence
Silence
They say he is crazy
They say he is just weak and fragile
He sits here, waiting for the voices to stop
And to leave him alone
He sits hoping that the pain and suffering fade
Feeling with no control
Powerless and voiceless
They get louder and louder
Till he eventually breaks
And the blood drips to the floor
Until the day comes
He loses all hope
No one listens to his silent screams
No one believes him
They won’t listen!
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes
Until the lever is pulled
And the voices and pain and suffering move away
They listen to him now
Silence will never fail to one
It will eventually take over
Till the day comes when everyone becomes quiet
And listens.
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