I watch him as he shed tears gripping on his pants
Ready to throw in life’s towel
Not ready to give it a chance
No physical scares can begin to match those of his mental being
Thinking that his very life itself doesn’t have a meaning
During the a walking zombie numb to the world around him
But at night an emotional figure when all the lights are dim
His mind so lost in pain his own misery is amusing
From laughing to cry, to bitter utter confusion
Dreams of love peace and happiness is that of another deceitful fantasy
But blinding burning darkness is only what it seems to be