Emasculated

Copper lay upon his closed eyes
Index to bound lips
A solemn shush
No widow cries
The morning comes and light rises all the same
His legacy is carved in stone, just a name to mark a fresh grave

Subdued as a boy, now a man to avoid
Haunted by stolen years he barely survived
Unable to process newfound feelings
Forever two steps behind and drowning
To entertain an illusion of safety he must silence himself
Refrain from sharing his mind and crawl back inside

Too confused to experience new senses beyond his comprehension
A childhood defined by slamming doors and dark halls
Further sinking
Forgiveness escapes his mind
The sun blackens in his presence
This world he roams is stained in shades of midnight

All he's known is strife,
  and spent years pulling out his own bones
No canines remain, just a hollow shell
   who's all bark and too weak to fight

Shamed for believing he should be more than simply numb to living
Poisoned by their ignorance, his intent is labeled meaningless
Nothing to say, snuffed out by society
A voiceless soul long since gone
His stolen dreams have been disposed of
Now he's just a ghost wandering above ground
Default to his old ways, hoping it’s not real