In Silent

Within a shell near the sea,

 inhabits a quiet voice.

 A voice that is lost in time and the darkness

 of the night. A voice born out of regrets,

sorrow, and a million scars.

Scars that carve a path directly

to the heart.

A heart that is enchained

to the body of a slave.

A slave that has no voice

or a master to serve.

The voice within the shell is

nothing more than a bird;

a bird that has no time nor desire to fly.

To fly and explore a world

full of a thousand beauties.

 A world with only one Christ and

a million heartless Hitler’s.

Hitler’s that condemn the voice

to inhabit in the dark.

To forget about the past and the wisdom of the stars.

The stars that judge up high

and pull the strings of life.

The voice within the shell

lives out of humans hate.

The hate that consumes their souls

 and make them inhumane.