Gallery of Pain: Don't Say a Word by Red Rose
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Red Rose
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What is this place of anger and fear?
What freedom of expression do I have but these silent tears behind closed doors? Blindly reaching through the icy barriers of my mind I'm not sure what it is I am searching for So I just sit here in a room that is as dark and lonely as I am Waiting for a light that will never come Agony spoken without words These are my trophies of past wars This is my freedom of speech The blade in my control Sorrows hidden behind bleeding arms Comfort can be found here There is no use for words They are meaningless How can they possibly express how I feel? Fear spoken without words Stories told with perfect pink lines on soft silky skin Such horrors are found in these tales Tales of bleeding hearts and broken souls Of a child torn by a deep dark secret Are the answers found here? Here hidden beneath broken skin? I still want to see what is stalking me in the shadows Maybe there is some unfathomable fear in all this running away Who is that desolate creature you choose to point and laugh at? Realize it is yourselves you should be frowning at Frown at your ignorance and your simple little worlds ...If so many know of this horror then why are we so alone? Look at these innocent souls All scarred by the same dark spirit Malice spoken without words The hand of a greater evil slips too far Stealing years from the life of another child Trying to be in control Now I'm in control Holding this mighty weapon of freedom Letting the ugliness escape The memories The pain The cries in the night that no one would listen to Another child lost in a world much too big for her She was not meant to arrive so soon while knowing this much Secrets spoken without words A message written in code and carved in stone On display for anyone who dares to take a look These beautiful lines talking of past wars fought I have died many times ...I often wish I was blind to all of this so maybe I wouldn't know any better... Speak for these children Their voices were stolen along with their dignities their lives... Can't you see this? |
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