Calling In Silent

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

Force fed

Half said

This benevolent creation

Love and loathe

The fixation so endlessly

Strip the pride

Secured in 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

Voiceless deliverance

Don't come any closer

Patience are wearing

Left behind

Intrepid 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 spilt

Voiceless people

Eye for an eye

Prelude to revenge

Eye for an eye

Prelude to revenge

My war

My way

My war

Boy mundane

Knows where intentions lay

Filtered infection

The brink of self-destruct

Unsung

Invasion of unruly tongue

Low stone cold

Bearer of reprisal

Eye for an eye

Prelude to revenge

Eye for an eye

Prelude to the fatalist

Outshine

Voiceless retaliation

Who is really the lesser of two evils?

My war

My way

My war

The kid still has his say