• The sun beats down on a sparkling field
    the wind, it blows by so calming
    another human crop the land doth yield
    in its sickness is somewhat charming

    Into the world and into the void
    stumbles across a glass hall
    blindly playing with his childish toys
    ignoring reflections and destined to fall

    Holding on tight to the past stings
    But as worlds change so do souls
    giving up the naive playthings
    using speculation to fill the holes

    Always questioning why
    the clouds pass along with the days
    every spiritual tear he could never cry
    just gets lost in the circling haze

    As he is getting ready to quit
    his ears tighten and challenge belief
    a voice calling out, surely he remembers it
    one true friend has come to give relief

    This beautiful flower is love's serenade
    singing a majestic tune of nostalgic mist
    helping him forget past mistakes he had made
    such a wonderful song sounds like this:

    Dear sweet child so close to my heart
    don't walk away from me now
    have hope, your life is only at its start
    I want to help you, but how?

    You don't let me in
    and push me aside
    for your feelings I'll always defend
    I'm not just along for the ride

    I long to touch, dream to hold you
    forever in the warmth of my arms
    In life true emotions, there are so few
    But, I will always shelter you from harm!

    Divine angel the ally in robes of gold
    comforts him, says this is where he does belong
    she promises loving futures of old
    but her words aren't that strong!

    trepidation washes the smiles away
    his fears, oh they hinder his joy
    holding it all at bay
    His inner demons whisper to the boy , they say:

    You're trying to find the answers
    why is it that you seek?
    you've sat and watched the dancers
    but you're afraid, timid, and weak!

    Never making your move
    or taking a chance
    you're bound to lose
    yon child of circumstance

    These ideas that fly through your mind
    yes, we know the truth,
    tell me boy, what happens when you find
    There's nothing here, nothing, nothing for you!

    You've lost now, poor delusional boy
    give up this game and crawl back in the womb
    recover all those childhood toys
    before the life you have dug becomes your tomb!

    Wracked with mental anguish
    the child is alone
    the demons he could not vanquish
    and is dragged down by the stone

    Crimson clasp the dark choker of pain
    strangling tight with no solid ground
    free falling into oblivion to remain
    screaming, but no one's around

    No single human, contact is dead
    isolated from life, he is lonely
    Except for the devils and saints in his head
    may the angels win this battle, if only

    Screeching war cries that shatter his spirit
    but wasn't it already broken?
    a millions metaphorical death knells, he hears it
    mental skeletal corpse a final token

    The climactic battle rages for years
    there is no right or wrong, anymore
    a pairing of both hope and of fear
    forgotten what they were fighting for

    And the last survivor
    this simple little kid,
    steps out from the ash
    and knows what he did

    Lacking any hand to hold
    he begins to cry
    his physical body is now fractured and old
    and he will probably die

    Not without one final speech
    from himself and the judge
    gathered at the sanity breach
    a hate filled, self loathing grudge

    This dark assembly in celestial Reich,
    marching to only one tune
    lying in silence and waiting to strike
    the end will be coming soon

    But, all these beings are one and the same
    all his anger relinquished or unfurled
    just a sad child trying to cast blame
    for any of the hurt he ever endured

    Reliving all the experiences of long ago
    searching for the reason
    coming up with nothing
    for such unforgivable treason

    A faint selection of memories
    appears before his eyes
    startled he asks "Was it always me?"
    and begins to see through the lies

    The false ideas and twisted hopes
    that he'd followed through for years
    being hanged with metaphysical rope
    he crafted his own fears

    Finally realizing the source of his depression
    by one culprit this havoc did wreak
    it is time to put and end to this session
    He opens his mouth for a last chance to speak:

    It was me, I'm to blame
    all the torture I leak
    I'd bow my head in shame
    if I wasn't so weak!

    Start shaking uncontrollably
    I apologize but you aren't here to know
    you were always there for me
    why did you have to go?

    But only one fool can be punished for this
    That is myself, you see
    the full penalty for such a crime
    is to be alone for eternity!

    The sentence is then carried out
    upon the helpless emotional cripple
    takes it all with nary a shout
    hopelessness the spiteful ripple

    And with that, his body dies
    but the mind is left to suffer
    for his loss, nobody cries
    it was his fault and no other

    The moon hammers down upon the cremation field
    the wind doesn't blow, anymore
    another human tragedy life must yield
    killing itself to settle the score.