The void.
July 02, 2009
I once met a boy who's heart was made of stone.
No amount of fire nor ice could unleash him from his throne.
A captive of himself,
trapped in the empty shell he wore.
He never knew himself;
there would be no chances anymore.
Individuality no longer seen around,
when you hear those army voices blare
"together men, ONE sound."
Off to the war he went, holding his head high.
He never felt emotions;
he refused to be that guy.
Stone cold and alone, he stood proud and strong.
But, what's the point of living if you're meant to live that long
with nothing but a level head,
sheer focus on the prize,
no warm and happy memories
only empty lifeless eyes.
He fit right in like a square peg into it's proper hole.
If you listen closely you can hear the army voices go
"together men, ONE sound."
He sacrificed his life to fight the good fight.
In bed he lays frigid and alone at night.
His mind and body function as well as can be,
but his soul and his spirit died long before he met me.
ML
