After the silence, when the sheets are stained, and after the silence, when all that remains, are tears that never quite wash away, that pain, after the sillence, when he takes all you give and after the silence when you don't want to live and after the silence, when darkness overcomes, starshine and moonglow, even saying no, doesn't stop it. After the silence, of thick slaughtering, of innocence after the silence, all there's left, is tears.
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