Tear of Silence

Lurking piece behind closed doors

No one could see the mask

Painted in black lava it was

And the flames were a symbol of the eruption of fire in the skies

Hate and shame played blue pain

How far might you go

Or how low will you rich

To hear that dammed declaration

Of your fate

Oblivious they were to you as you were penetrated by demand for order

You screamed your hatred

You threw paper leaves at their face

But laughter and mocking was the answer

Washed that alienation in tears

Walking, running, or just playing

Were raped by the master of norms who shaped your self with a knife

He carved all your small child's steps with blood

The tear of silence and the endurance you bare

Of what could but wasn't meant to be

Of who you might but failed to become

Of the child that was different and the

Passion you had but was to be quiet down just quiet down