The Silent Child

All made up and forgotten, secrets pushed into the earth

A phase of ill-consideration; everyone assures me so

But ingrained deep within the soul another message burns

And scars of what I'm meant to be just continue to grow

So lost within that joyless wilderness of starless night

No light to guide me through but accursed message in my heat

Fruitless my efforts to ignore the burning of my treacherous tears

Alone in a hostile world, no path on which to start

Years washed away in just two words, blood thinner than poison

And empty faces, staring down at the invader in the house

A world torn from my empty grasp, slipping away in silence

To the death of a child, and to the tacit flames now dowsed 

What walls turn to me now in fear and hatred slamming doors

A silent night, indeed! For sun refuses now to shine

on something so hated, yet a truth I cannot help but feel

A curse that was bestowed on me, should I accept it as mine

A thousand times, surely I've prayed for any other life,

for any other knowledge but my lonely destined path

To walk from home and light of memories now tarnished

In the blood of the silent child chosen to feel God's wrath

But somewhere, far beyond the pain of accepting who I am

A brighter future holds if I walk away from all I own

From possession to belonging in a greater unity where I belong

To take possession of my life and control it all alone

For whatever fate possesses us may kill with crushing blows

But forging brighter future from the colours I endow