there once was a boy who loved life as much he did death
loved the charming summer heat upon his chest
loved the way winter carved art out of his breath
by day he praised the sun , basking in the love of light
turn twelve he was a demon , dancing with the solitude of night
for every hour spent dreaming of ways to live
he spent another imagining the consequences of simply giving in
a heart can only tear between two for so long
until it is consumed in a lack of devotion
chanting in song , void of emotion
a time may come when the scales begin to tip
life seems more of a hopeless burden , and leaving is the real trip
have you ever craved to be seen but also begged to disappear ?
please give me a voice but everyone cover your ears
love me with every fiber of your being but don't , because love is a fabric too susceptible to tear
i'll trust you with my heart but you have to return it , it's not a game , not some double dog dare
within me lies the spectrum of existence
from the pinnacle of a burning happiness to the depths of a decaying subsistence
i will give you nothing but everything
and everything might be nothing
and at anytime nothing could become something
a poem from the boy who could never devote fully
this is goodbye , or maybe hello
yours truly