In a world of hell, chaos, and heartbreak
He sits and wonders, how much more pain
A man’s soul can take
How many times must his spirit break
How many hours will he spend up late
Thinking, no devising
Of a plan to have what he wants
While everyone walks around and flaunts
Their material possessions that mean absolutely nothing
While he searches night and day
For the one thing that means something
He checks high and low
Near and Far
But all that he finds
Are the same old parts
The parts that make time move and sand erode
The same parts that give the same message
The same parts that tell the untold
These untold messages
Are nothing but lies
So he lays down every night
And in his torment
He dies
He dies within the prison
That his mind has created
He feels he needs something more
Something related
Related to the mass that he holds within
Related to the time that he has spent
Related to the day and night
Related to the time that passes him by
Related to the time that he spends when he cries
O how whoa is him
When these thoughts begin to form
He cradles himself
In his house of no norm
No one will ever know
How many times he broke
No one will ever know
How many times that he spoke
Spoke of blasphemy and lies
And things unimportant to most
And how many people weren’t around
To share with him a toast
A final toast to his life
As he says his goodbyes
No more bad thoughts
No more Lies
No more tears
No more nights of terrible cheer
He’s done with it all
The pain and the sorrow
Today is his last day
For him, there is no tomorrow….