His bleeding is not of my doing
but I stand helpless in my own blood
vetted by innocent sacrifice
the ideology was imprinted
now the guilt bares more shame
than anything that could counter it
redemption is the only goal
But I cannot speak to those who will not listen
and can not heal a wound not seen
or share a truth untasted
sweet justice stalks me
watching peril befall on helpless beings
and have condemned my words with apathy
as they scream a silent scream
so loud it Pierces my own subconsciousness
a rape and torture of sleep and waking
when I wake I am lonely
when I sleep I do not dream
a death of nothingness
a prelude to another silent scream