Voiceless

America does not need to execute me I can tie my own noose
hanging above your head like a halo no future left to produce
I don't plea but I am guilty,screaming hope you can hear me
voiceless in my own society, perfect example of poetic irony
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rip out my vocal cords for my words do me nothing well
a heart offers rewards but not when you are living in hell
psyche without reason for the padding on my wall, horror etched memories I can not erase them all
mind produces enemy's but none that I have forgot,"love is blind" reduces feelings now visible food for thought
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close your eyes, don't open, this world is far too horrific to visibly see
hide your cry's, remain frozen, in this cold broken voiceless society