Falling down

boy

Somebody once told me
that he had killed
Whom I don't know
but with blood his hands were filled

and than he told me
that what he did was not wrong
he just killed somebody
to become strong

I didn't understand
until today
when I found out
why life is this way

He said he killed
but he did not specify
that what he did kill
was nothing more than a lie

not a real soul
not flesh and blood
just a piece of paper
that in his mind flood

He had no choice
no other way around
so he thought of a solution
and one instantly he found

he walked slowly
to a place called danger
he picked up the tool
and continued with the stranger

He cut it with a sharp
piercing razor
but in the morning
he had to face her

She came in damaged
torn from the fight
but the boy didn't stop
he had to stop seeing the light

But it was too late
she won and he lost
as he followed the light
to a place he'd become a 'ghost'