Autobiography

A little baby is born into this world,

Unto a loving mother and father,

Who’s love is taught to the son,

As their fighting brings them to an end. 

Regardless, the boy is still loved,

He craves the love of others,

His future seems bright,

His talents will make him fly like a kite.

He has friends with whom he plays,

Who listen to what he says,

It’s cruel how things can change,

Life soon fills this boy with rage.

The friends abandon the boy,

A conglomerate formed to suffocate his joy,

He plays no more, he’s now the toy,

And his innocence they begin to destroy.

Like plague-ridden crows they pick away,

At the walking corpse they’ve betrayed,

Preventing him from becoming,

What he wants to be, instead he’s running.

Still he struggles on with his days,

With his heart the girl he loves plays,

His head is kicked, his skin is torn,

Oh how often he wished he hadn’t been born.

Time moves on and things look up,

He finds his love and feelings erupt,

He finds new friends and life goes well,

What can go wrong? Only time will tell.

There’s perfection in her eyes,

But soon there’s evil in his lies,

What was pure then turned black,

As a dark angel pulls him from the track.

Dirty lust from the Devil’s ways,

Scenes taken from Shakespeare’s plays,

This wicked demon took his soul,

And left him to burn himself in a hole.

Once more he moved along,

Head held high and going strong,

He couldn’t stay there and that is when,

He moved from home to start again.

He found new fun and ways to live,

Emptied his love out through a sieve,

Made of different girls and different glasses,

Through a constant desire to be known amongst the masses.

Crazy hair and fancy clothes,

Trying to be someone that no one loathes,

He came here to try and find himself,

Instead he ripped out his sanity and placed it on a shelf. 

Obsession, passion, realisation of depression,

He thought by now he'd have learned his lesson.

He tries to force himself to stay alone,

But through dark caves of love his body roams.

He lives two lives in just one vessel,

Between two mindsets he constantly wrestles,

Be alone and miserable but feel free,

Or feel safe, bored and trapped, it’s hard, you see?

So that little boy becomes but a flickered light,

Inside my body as I roam the night,

Oh, I’ve let you down, I let you drown,

I hope one day you will be found.