by Mitchell Beanland

Created on: April 25, 2009

Another bleak day fades into lonely night,
he wonders how long he can keep up this fight.
A mind at ease, is all he'd need to smile again, and mean it too.
At war with reality, tainted perceptions run him down.
Yet theres no chance you'll ever see him frown.
He sees the lives they live in vain,
and yet upon no one else he'd never wish his pain.
Holding this world and its weight.
He was always one to believe in fate.
Living from in his heart, the last safe place,
some days the world is to much to face.
As he closes his eyes in attempt to beat these sleepless nights.
He wonders where the boy went, with the future so bright.
"I think hes gone forever, of hope, there is none.
But I will hold on by this thread until my final song is sung."
He thinks to himself, until the dawn of a new day.
God in heaven take me to you, a ticket please, one way.

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