Looked for people, found
For fun, in plenty
Music was in clusters
Some never existing.
Friends, there were none
Optimism, no traces
Happiness, well, depends
On what you'd call as such.
And he sat there,
By the door,
Reading and Learning,
The things a person
Can really see much.
Joy was to be in silence,
That dreadful nightmare consuming,
T'was in honor,
Those heartful things deceiving.
No one listened,
No one cared.
No one wanted to,
He knew t'wasn't there.
Nothing happy over here
Nothing to be explained
He tried to do something
Something really insane.
He was really crazy,
Silver brushed his skin
He saw bright red,
From bowels within.
His voice had burst out,
Realising just too late
All else turned to look,
At the screaming quiet.
Hands carried him about,
No sounds around.
The faces of the hands,
Familiar strangers.
Drifting unconscious,
Between life and beyond.
The silence was deafening,
The darkness was supreme.
