his hair was like sunshine;
his soul hummed like a hummingbird.

he emitted a radiance;
that would make anyone cheery.

his smile was beaming;
and bring everyone to his side.

but every flower wilts when neglected;
and he was no different from a flower.

his heart shattered by every encounter;
by every person.

on his face is that wide smile;
but deep inside there is no room for that warmth.

yet his soul does hum like the hummingbird;
there is also the underlying hum of a bee and its stinger.

every night he fights off the monsters;
hiding beneath his skin.

and every night he gets closer and closer to losing;
every battle he is in.

no one is there to cradle him;
no one is there to wake him.

he wants to sleep;
but he is scared to sleep.

he wants to be saved;
but no one will hear his screams.

all they see is his smile;
but never look under the surface.

now he writhes on the floor;
reaching for what is left of his sanity.

but nothing was there...

he sees no way out;
but one.

sleep, oh sleep;
is all the hope he has left.

the final sleep;
that could give him peace.

for a moment i wanted you to hear;
the story of the unknown dear.

the child who can not sleep;
the one who can not make a peep.

the voice of the tragic soul;
is kept under lock and key.

help me, help me!
keep away, keep away!

the child silently screams...

they scoff at the torment;
take advantage of this moment.

for the fear...the fear...
keeps them near.

he saved me twice;
but not without a price...

the rain pounds against my ramshackle house;
my puppy quivers like a mouse;
the sound of thunder sounds like my cackling mother.

the heavens cry with all their might;
my poor soul quakes and turns to blight;
the storm is here to save me from this fright.

the god i used to know throws down his wrath;
my wretched heart and mind accepts this predetermined path;
the rain is here to wash away this dark conundrum.

the sweet ****** experiences torment;
in the unforgiving torrent.

no longer sweet;
dares not meet.
can not weep;
can not sleep.

these can not be forgiven;
for nothing can be given.

the bitter ****** sees no more;
bitter to the very core;
heart and mind at war;
never was a bore.

this ****** walks;
never has time to gawk;
slowly drawing near the ledge;
simply wishing of a better end.

tiptoe, tiptoe;
never felt so low;
wind and rain;
swirl, swirl, swirl...

let go...
and...
*fall
fall
fall

my blood is my paint...
my skin is my canvas...
my razor is my brush...