Desolate and alone
He tried to find a home
Time and age, seemed to be best friends
Working to meet the night ends
Years and years grew by
Fitting into society was harder, each day starting off with a cry
he was too far gone
Covering his ears with screams and lies
He tuned out the rest of the world
He has done nothing wrong
Except for meeting expectations that are like Adam and Eve
Bitting into the fresh, tasteful community
Only to be spat out and ridiculed
He swears he's been good
How do you lie enough to the point where you believe your own lies?
The countless of times a lie has been out someones mouth,
It becomes common language
Merely at the end of a sentence
Drinking his pain away, he just wanted to feel hallow
Instead he wakes up the next day remembering it all.
A donor of the arts he called it
Willingly giving his lungs and kidneys away
Only at the expense of his life
It wasn't bad
So he must've did something good
Convincing himself wouldn't get him far
However he had no one to tell him right from wrong.
Isolation, his only study buddy
Until it just leaves, until it gets what it wanted
Insanity
