silly fellow with no fears as he wallows in his tears with his head in his hands he thinks the dead go to promised lands he wishes for a brand new light in the darkness of the night he acts like he's fine... when he's ugly inside and he's drowning and he's burning in an eternal flame with no one else to place the blame who does he sit with besides his partner of understanding who beats inside his heart he will miss those who he'll leave behind who never knew what was going through his mind they never knew how blind they really were until now... until the hidden feelings burst and let out a scream for help so silent to the emergence of the situation what was wrong within his destiny was it something he deserved had he made a mistake maybe his doubt rages an exclamating promise an escalating bliss ...he ages... and takes and takes and takes until now... until he can take no more and his emotions explode through his skin which has never been sincerely touched or nurtured by a heart he's collapsing from within and no one's there to help him he wants someone to talk to just one simple ear to listen to his mind which is so wide open ...he thinks... the suicidal traffic trapped in his overloaded heart is breaking him to pieces...part, by ever sweet part his laughter is so credible but nothing seems to work someone knows his secret sitting beneath the murk he screams (isn't anybody listening?) and he thinks that maybe one person cares but is this meticulous support infinite within a power do they know exactly do they understand yes until now... until he thought of a single reaction to a significant amount and started to take action is he grown or changed or emerging from life or dying, suffering from confusion and strife ...he dreams... and tears run down his cheeks so smooth with emotion so corroded with fear everyone seems to be after him he thinks so differently a mutated thought he has caught they never imagined he would do the unthinkable until now... he has no privacy not even in his own world his own world is shutting down he's running...and running and running out of places to run and hide he's screaming to no oblivion it shot up his spine and he never thought the courage would build but it has and it has until now... now it's crumbling and so is he down down down into the ground melting his life is melting they didn't see it they'll die not knowing why they will die and so will this world and it's wonderful creations and its pointless means of happiness which effects affect none but the love blind and naive his universe has crunched and shrunk and shriveled into the earth and dissolving is the soliloquy of his life he changes his mind... far too late he looks ahead paralyzed and falls into his dugout and lays forever with never the fear of a second life again drowning in tears and fears ...of others... he dies. but not just for himself or not he would think... and think... but now he can't his mind and heart are functions of the past his cords of thought flew through the highest of towers his life sunk the deepest of waters he realizes the forever love of these powers the powers he could have let become the talents and beauty he could have let create but now his creation says no and so does his fate and so do their screams but now it is silent and everyone hears the echo of the scream they wish they had heard.