The Price of My Silence Was Blood

“They thought I’d stay quiet. But silence bleeds.”

I held my tongue when the fire burned, Swallowed pain, never spoke a word. But every scar is a voice in red, And silence speaks when the blood is shed.

The price of my silence was blood, I drowned my truth in a crimson flood. They bought my peace with a crooked smile, But silence don’t last… it just waits a while.

The knife they held against my back, Was carved with lies, painted black. But I don’t deal in paper trust, My silence cost them dust to dust.

The price of my silence was blood, Written in fire, paid in mud. Every word I never said, Came alive when the ground turned red.

They thought me broken, thought me tamed, But silence sharpens, silence flames. The Reaper whispered in my head, “Your silence speaks louder when they’re dead.”

The price of my silence was blood, I broke the dam, unleashed the flood. Now the world will hear my tongue, Through every grave where I’ve been wronged.

“Silence don’t come cheap.”

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