A Story of Downfall
And as he was walking down the path of life
He was overcome by darkness and the blade of a knife,
The shadow that once followed behind him had become his very form,
And the heart that once beat inside him was torn,
He was driven by hate, yet longed for the love of another,
He wasn’t sane but deep under cover.
He knew what had happened but chose to conceal it,
He knew it would hurt him but chose not to feel it,
What had happened was a sudden change in direction,
He lost his meaning and followed his reflection,
Eventually his life was lost and he lived in a dream,
A dream of a life that was anything but his own,
A dream that one day he wouldn’t be alone,
He never did explain his pain,
He didn’t have to, we saw his life drain,
He once was a boy that loved to be living,
If he wasn’t playing he was giving,
Giving his love and giving a reason,
A reason to live and…
Well, isn’t that enough.
It must have been rough,
To live life so happy then suddenly fall,
To fall deep in a hole, and come out so small,
He had a life but wished he could leave it,
“Its just another dream, I don’t think I need it,”
Some people cried and some of them stared,
Some were destroyed but all were scared,
A lot of them said they weren’t prepared,
But how can you prepare for something so tragic,
Something beyond life and all of its magic,
How do you plan for the loss of a friend,
The only plans you had were to be there to the end,
This boy was a time bomb, just waiting to blow,
What went through his mind, we wish we could know,
He wasn’t crazy, nor was he sane,
He simply had his own ways to deal with the pain,
He would smile at those who gave him the time,
And was always excited to write down a rhyme,
He loved through his heart, and was loved through his words,
He talked to himself and sang with the birds,
Everyone loved him that’s why no one knows,
“Why would he do this, there’s nothing that shows.”
The truth is he lived life to see its bitter end,
He lived through those years as his own best friend,
Now he is dreaming in a world far away,
Maybe he’ll return, maybe someday.
Copyright © Steven Lucero | Year Posted 2006
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