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.