The Boy

Tortured sadness swelling at its seams
Tranquil living with every think to hide

You/ll see him but not what/s behind his eyes
The bit of blackness that always hides.

Its there he feels it praying on his soul
Making him crazy.

It/s moving in his mind I swear .

The blackness in cases him away from the world
Withdrew and lonely crying endlessly for help but no ones there

No one answers no one comes
Left in the darkness by all that he knew

Nothing to live for no reason to fight
That little boy has finally failed his last fight.