
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.

