Violence of darkness

The innocence have subside as the darkness carries it away
Time of playing with dolls and trucks has been put at bay
No stranger had entered the forbidden portal
It was our protector or guardian, who skipped out on the toll
Is it normal to play grownup house?
Are the thoughts of a little enjoyment creep like a mouse?
Out with family and seem everyone knows
But all follow the tide of unknown blows
The eyes of guilt pierce my inner soul
Is it I who should correct our leader of the unvarnished bowl?
The thoughts of filth, grime, and guilt are stuck in my head
Oh no, maybe the perpetrators heart is dead?
Why is their no one who lets their words be sold
Silence is the fuel of the torture untold
The silence will kill at the nightly thief
Stand up and be heard, to release the ready leaf
Red flags and signs are but too oblivious
Not for me, because I am meticulous
Submissive and withdrawn seems to be my given standard
The need to hide hangs on my neck like a lanyard
The trait to trust has lost its way
Seems like all who are big, are okay for me to lay
To whom do I tell and when will I be free
The responsive laughter sends me on a downward spree
How many times, maybe 5, 14, or eight
Feeling like a play toy, along with others debate
The darkness destroys your grown affair
It seems like monsters comes out from the lair
How did he find the path you have led
It's because the voices not loud enough to destroy the dead
The silence around me is closing in near me
While others seems joyous with glee
In search for the lighthouse for direction on the trail
With the wicked darkness hovering like a heavy bail
Struggling to give my seedling direction
But instead they got tainted election
They say actions speak louder than words
Due to silence have fed the word to the birds
Killing me softly and silently
Is the mouths of babes who saves me diligently
Search my child for the saving truth
Don't let others fears or feelings turn to a bad lufe
Shout out now and break the silence
The innocence taken was done in violence
Can you hear my cry
Seems it lingers as a sty
It's not until age has defied and smoothed the jaded edge
Climbing from this lifelong thorn, I am reaching for the ledge
The seams have ripped, and silence is broken
The violence is silent, with a one way token
Raise your voice, in case my seam is stitched
Voices that echo, will diminish the high pitch
Breaking the silence, will wipe away this unwanted bond
Be the voice, and wave a magic wand