#1
Speak and no one hears,
everyone is a bystander
I hear your thoughts
"Someone else will help, I'll just stride on"
And on you go
Dressed as a relentless beast of your society
Trailing apathy in your wake to all.
Those unfortunate people
The ones you dare to shape
Into the next generation
The ones who will stand aside
As the axe comes down on a fresh victim
The ones who will walk on
The ones who will shape the next


And before too long
Artists will tear out their eyes
So they don't have to suffer the world they recreate inside.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders
#3
Solid work here.

I didn't like the imagery of the axe on a 'fresh victim'. I thought it was a bit out of place and interrupted the swiftly moving symbolism.

I did, however, enjoy the bouncy rhythm. Maybe you could try to accentuate that by creating more rhymes. Normally I wouldn't suggest that, but the last two lines and their rhyming scheme struck me above everything else. Might be something to consider.
#4
I'll keep those suggestions in mind if I go over it again. Although, I usually never rhyme because I'm just plain terrible at it.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders