• Silencing the voiceless...

    Sometimes we don’t have much.
    Everything seems to be taken away.
    Don’t even have friends as a crutch.
    Go back, remember that day.

    Some lose everything they love.
    It all fades into the dark.
    Everything given from above.
    All disappearing without leaving a mark.

    So what is left from that?
    Does that mean they are dead?
    I would consider them that.
    What else has a heart of lead?

    They are lead away from all,
    Taken to a small, dark room,
    As soon as the voices call,
    Sitting comfortably in the gloom.

    Once they are lead inside,
    They are then locked in it seems.
    They can’t speak, so no one knows they died.
    They can’t even let out last screams.

    They are now gone without a good bye,
    Now to sleep six feet under.
    Believe in what I say, it’s no lie,
    Believe in the unending slumber.