Young harry was staring down his own **** When he heard his mom screaming through the walls "Come down at once, little harry" He knew it was his moms final wake up call He stared in the mirror one last of time And he could see that something was wrong with his eyes Afraid if he sought too deep he would encounter what he isn't supposed to find He must remember that sometimes nightmares are but a lie He crept through the mundane routine of cleaning self As if making himself pure of the disgust he had in store Dreaming about saving the world from the ****** monsters He was sure that if anything - he didn't want to be himself anymore He touched the prisoners attire put ever so neatly on his bed Something about the fabric made him wither in rage Filling all of their disdain and beliefs all day in his head He couldn't believe he was but a slave at this day and age Recalling how destiny plays a certain part in deciding ones fate He'll always have a deep seeded hatred against his faith For he was born and bred without any control of his And that if he knows anything - he'll know it was only a mistake So, putting on the tie and smiling for the first time in weeks Harry watched his reflection in the mirror change I hope it's a beautiful day thought he No one's in the joke yet of what now he had became . . Little birds chatter outside safely in their warm nest And the newspaper boy dives by the street in a breeze Warm corpses ready themselves for another day of nothingness Talking as if they really remember the stories they believe But little harry had an ace up his sleeve He wouldn't crawl around like another insect waiting to be crushed Instead he would light the fire of his agony And wait as he and his destiny slowly burn to dust He must be ready before they find out what he has in mind Nothing scares him more than the shadows he counts all night There isn't anything that he won't choose to leave behind For there won't be no tears as he watches it all go out of sight Everything was perfectly stable till he joined the crowd And now he has no place to call as his own He has no clue what that circus is all about And if he can claim anything - it's that he has no home Now left only a wanderer in this place of rules and law He has but forsaken any hope of retribution Tired of learning their ways and flaws He has but chalked up his own bearing conclusion No more shall he bleed for their amusement Abuse of their power must now come to an end Cure is sometimes more lethal than prevention And sometimes it's not easy to differ between a spur and an intent . . Harry had by now walked out of his room and into a hall And his mother was sitting still by the chair with ketchup in her hair He assumed she was the reason why he wasn't as tall And responded by spilling his moms own ketchup everywhere There wasn't much left of him anyhow either All but a face peeking through the atrocities of a time-line As if wallowing in reckoning of the leading piper It was now that he will claim his moment to shine Those days of utter torment most difficult to forget And how easy it was to pretend like someone actually cares People don't have a clue how lonely it can get Searching for magic wand that's nowhere By now his head had cleared of the ills of the pills And he could sharply respond to the environment he was in He had but a greater role to now act and fill A messiah to cleanse everyone of their guilt and sin So, little young harry put his dads toy in his backpack And soon he was on his way to carve a lore Not about to give in to the pain and hurt he must've had He thought to himself; what a beautiful day to be remembered for.