Days and night had hardly passed
Joyful hours had never lasted
endless coldness froze this heart
Imprisoned like a piece of art
Pretty things can make you curious
A step closer then pretty becomes hideous
My silent scream never reached out to them
neither the echos nor the fear nor my poem
My chest is a cage of a vilent bird
They say its voice was never heard
none of them tried to listen
none of them saw what was hidden
it takes a similar soul to feel
what it is like to always kneel