Art of Silence

Trying to reach
Reaction of the masters
In right they teach
Dictating art like a priest
Sleeper sighting endless struggle
Painter’s treated like a muggle
His wife is dodging locked up feelings
Bowing his head in awe and kneeling
We are the silent ones
Our social skills are long gone
Buying the feelings of betrayal
Our freedom will prevail
Escaping their spirit
By doing right hence this is wrong
Hold up tight, close the door
And take this life
Whispering souls
Craving art for the masses
By doing so
Rejected you will be
Displaying their feelings
This is not for the masters to see
We are the silent ones
Our social skills are long gone
Buying the feelings of betrayal
Our freedom will prevail
Escaping their spirit
By doing right hence this is wrong
Hold up tight, close the door
And make your art
But they will surely take your life