• Silence builds an awful wreckage of a boy
    It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
    Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
    A teenager is stricken and destroyed

    There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
    The little one has thrown in the towel today
    Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
    It is futile to hope and dream and pray

    Emptiness builds a home in this man
    In this boy, this child where hollows have bred
    A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
    And eats away at every connecting thread

    Confusion feeds like a savage inside him,
    Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
    Destined to walk through life less ordinary
    Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

    beauty intoxicates all I encounter,
    Yet I fail to notice,
    This is my blunder,

    I had a rough time,
    Though now it is over,
    But yet I continue clinging to what is left over,

    And in doing this my depression grows deeper,
    Pulling me apart at the seams,
    Causing me to unravel and fall to my knees,
    Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? "

    To ease my mind of my terrible burden,
    I bargain with Satan (as if he cares),
    Giving me a release, in turn for my soul:
    That I believe tarnished and not worth much at all,

    When all of my friends have been with me till now,
    But here comes the crossroads up ahead,
    They give me a choice: "Stand tall or fall down."

    I have no beauty or charm,
    no intelligence or grace,
    I will now fall in darkeness and die its all over to late to ask why?