• A child alone in time
    paid to disfigure his aspirations
    Who shall admit to this crime?
    enacted in desperation,

    Full of deep pain and self doubt
    days viciously attacking belief
    his inner self is screaming out
    for some form or shape of relief,

    For this pent up, maligned aggression
    weaving tear tapestry in the eyes
    panic attack triggered from repression
    he's nothing special, why does he try?

    A failure in his own eyes and words
    falling out of social favor
    the sides of emotion draw their swords
    the sweet taste of hope's blood to savor,

    Worries over sparse details of a fantasy
    something never to occur
    wishing for depression amnesty
    a still frame of pain to denote symbolic rapture,

    Fearing a false situation which has no merit
    as the dream shall come to fruition nowhere
    this inexplicable stress, he cannot bear it
    all he asks is for someone to truly care,

    What a laughably whimsical notion!
    to care is to truly exist, yet we are only lies
    drowning in the lovely ocean
    to hell be damned the soul who tries,

    Ignoring all the prior advice
    no matter how logically sound
    skating too many times on thin ice
    in these broken dreams his corpse was found.