Fading away;
locked in a box.
He cried and he screamed
but nobody knocked.
year by year
colors drained way.
mellowing out,
he drifted away.
Slowly dying,
with secrets inside.
burried deep;
but no place to hide.
Nobody noticed
or nobody cared
about the poor boy
who was always there.
But the string was cut short,
days came to an end.
The curtain was closed
giving a final The End
