Dark
Silence
Pick my
heart up and restore my soul
Damaged
spirit but held together by cajole
Cuts pile
up and the scars toughen
Not
surrendering becomes an insistent mission
I’m a
lucky one for I see the rows of dead
Their
minds imploded and hands of death
They
suffered in silence showing the world a smile
They died
without reverence and alone the last mile
The
forgotten are those whose minds suffer in black
Disgrace
added by the frightened that pretend and lack
Courage
is only moral when it faces the truth
Weakness
is taught and it’s a brute
But dark
melancholy comes from nowhere and none are immune
Damn the
frightened for making it a romantic tune
Curse on
those left is the reality of the theft
Life
stolen by the hand that’s supposed to love it best
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