CallingInSilent-Himsa

Here in somber a pale face of teenage waste shuns the young and buries the exile six feet deep Freewill finds fury in ridicule and instability Forced fed, half said the benevolent creation 0 love and loathe the fixation so endlessly Stipe the pride secured in its egotism - clings to lips, spitting truth-absorbing agony Hold out, coercion will prolong the drama held inflictions, beware of their return Courage bestowed in the stillness sits sedated, concealed when calling in silent - outshine Left behind interpid tone of a cutthroat youth, left to find ways out of torment Time passed first with engaging eyes now scowled browed with the closed fist of resistance Grim days, sweating hours of slowed misgivings, spent cursed nights mending memories From the blood that's split - eye for an eye - prelude to revenge (my war my way) Boy mudane knows where intentions lay, filtered infection to brink of self-destruct Unsunge, invasion of unruly tounge, low stone cold - bearer of reprisal Prelude of the fatalist - outshine voiceless retaliation Who is really the lesser of two evils? the kid still has his say