Self sacrifices, silent protests, painful journeys..

They may not understand the reason of my silence,
For they may not realize that they are the reason of my silence.

Accused of being silence,
Silence, witnessing their crimes,
Silence, when asked for witness,
Silence, when there are no witness,
Except me..

Shall i kept my silence,
Even when i'm accused for the same crime?
When i am helpless to betray myself, if not others?
when i'm condemned and stripped off my dignity, for sin of others?

Silence is golden, for some,
Silence is a killer, some would say,
Silence is,
my prerogative..
my asylum..
my secret sanctuary..
the sound of my soul, screaming to be set free!

Silence turns to my prosecutors,
Moving towards them, creeping in their very souls..

Silence, its your turn,
show them your might,
bring them down to their knees,
for you are silence..

I may won this battle,
For silence is my greatest weapon,
my closest companion,
my bravest comrade..

As i continued my journey,
I looked around for my friends,
realization is mush painful than this endless journey,
for my friends are all but,
Silence it is..

Silence i am,
Silence in me,
Silence surrounds me,
as i walk into,
Silence it self..


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Kill the "Kill"