Afraid of the dark
amazed by the light
Behind the face of a
broken boy
Concealing his emotions
carrying the weight of his guilt
Deepening your intellect with
details of his inner thoughts
Extending the night into day
effortlessly with a sinister grin
Foreshadowing the
future without hope or
Gratification he cannot
greet you with
Happiness for he is
helplessly
In search of new insight
in order to bring a more
Jubilant vibe to life and provide
joy for others to possibly
Kindle the repressed joy within him
knowing there is rebuttal
Looking him dead in the eye
livid from betrayal he
Meets a new friend
mastered in the art of revenge
Never looking back he
nearly kills himself looking for an
Oasis
oblivious to the realization that this
Pal is inside his head rather than
presenting itself before him he is in a
Quandary trying to
quantify his emotions
Rather than understanding what has been
released inside of him
Soon enough he has an idea to
saturate his body in
Toluene in hopes
to escape the
Underworld that is about to engulf him
ultimately he must
Vacate this so called sanctuary to find
value within himself
Wading knee-deep in
water trying to determine is he a
Xenophile or is he a
xenophobe the boy
Yearns for an answer
yell at him so he feels something
Zany he may be as his three digit
zip code is six-six-six
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Afraid of the dark
amazed by the light
Behind the face of a
broken boy
Concealing his emotions
carrying the weight of his guilt
Deepening your intellect with
details of his inner thoughts
Extending the night into day
effortlessly with a sinister grin
Foreshadowing the
future without hope or
Gratification he cannot
greet you with
Happiness for he is
helplessly
In search of new insight
in order to bring a more
Jubilant vibe to life and provide
joy for others to possibly
Kindle the repressed joy within him
knowing there is rebuttal
Looking him dead in the eye
livid from betrayal he
Meets a new friend
mastered in the art of revenge
Never looking back he
nearly kills himself looking for an
Oasis
oblivious to the realization that this
Pal is inside his head rather than
presenting itself before him he is in a
Quandary trying to
quantify his emotions
Rather than understanding what has been
released inside of him
Soon enough he has an idea to
saturate his body in
Toluene in hopes
to escape the
Underworld that is about to engulf him
ultimately he must
Vacate this so called sanctuary to find
value within himself
Wading knee-deep in
water trying to determine is he a
Xenophile or is he a
xenophobe the boy
Yearns for an answer
yell at him so he feels something
Zany he may be as his three digit
zip code is six-six-six
