Story time
• Written by TheSylentType
Met him at young age
Never seen someone like him
He had such passion
No trace of agression
No problem unfaced
He grew up on his own
Never got the love grown
By his parents, no family
Mom drank, dad did a felony
But he was light hearted
He didn't carry hatred
Never got rewarded
When we grew older
Like every one got bolder
He had the best friends
But even with them tense
Many relations
But none with good foundations
2 months, fights came
But never seen him complain
He kept his calm
His parents were at blame
Didn't have any shame
Life was one big game
After a while we didn't hear
Were he was? Far or near
Physically okay
But mentally far away
He didn't came in town
Life was pulling him down
All he did was frown
Knocked down like a sad clown
At this moment we realised
That he just was terrified
To become like his father
A bum, demoralized
It was then on the verge of life
That we invaded his place
Needle pinpointed at place
Ready to turn back to base
It felt better so
Returning to the eternal playground
He couldn't let down
On all the people in town
Room dirty, mold on the walls
The smell was unbearable
With a quick look he did the unthinkable
He Stood up and smiled
Like a lunatic too a child
It was then it came to his mind:
He lost the fight
It felt better so
Returning to the eternal playground
He couldn't let down
On all the people in town
He stood up.... and smiled
Like a lunatic too a child
It was then it came to his mind
That he lost fight
Needle dropped on the ground
Knees weak, hart filled with fear
Everyone was proud
But he lost all feel to reality
Mind clear on lsd
He stood up and smiled
Like a lunatic too a child
Looked around for a while
And walking out
Made his dad proud
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TheSylentType
Member since January 14 2017