Howling Healer~

The Saviour And The Survivor

His smile was worth a thousand lives
His laughter was just a melodious cry,
They killed his dreams, his purpose to life, he was forced to shatter what he built, he was asked to abandon his love to fight.
He won battles against the demons that night,
He fought with loneliness, dealt it that night,
Darkness overcame his soul that night,
But why? Why did he ask people to smile when he was taken the right to life?
Why did he heal souls when his soul was burnt with fright?
How did he touch hearts when everything he had left him that night?
Why did he say 'I'm fine' when he would scream for help at night?
How did he make sunshines for them, when they took his dreams and broke them to infinite?
How could he write impulsively when he saw his hopes drain nearby?
Why was his laughter more like a cry?
Why did no one feel the pain? The pain he was do desperate to hide?
Why was he so worried for you? Weather you were alright....?
But you never cared if he was fine? After all he would always smile..
Why did he give you everything he never got?
Why did he give them everything for he couldn't dream?
Why did he give it to them when he was the one truly in need?
How did he know the stories you hid?
How did he feel the pain you bore? Why couldn't you see the haunted tales? Why could you not bear the hole?

Because you confused his silence for his weakness and failed to notice the violence they bore...
So then he locked and sealed his eyes, for buried within were the stories untold ~