The Echo of Unspoken Soul is taken, Trapped in between, Bloodied and Beaten, Brutally Slain. Melodies of Sin, Choices is stolen, A horrific scene, Make him frighten. Coward Men, Camouflage to blend in; Bored-looking teen make it all happen. Justice is sealed in cabin, Perfectly hidden; Lies is truthfully proven, Saving its own skin. He's a pauper in the ruin, Not a son of a queen; Stab in seven or ten, Bearing for a gain. Never dare to complain, As voices are uneven; Masked Words are Golden, Precious to listen. In paper and pen, Pained words is written, Printed Memory Remain, He's no longer to be seen. Long- spent tear's stain, Cleansed by the rain, Sorrow triumphed once again, His fragile story is now broken.