Is this boy so sullen and silent Meant to be the next hero? Why does it seem he helps others With out a second thought But down to bone He is sick and minggled Its happiness but pain within And the hands around his throught Are squeezing in harder Colapsing the spuratic apple of adam. Low key and out of tune The dropings of a nuclear melt down Are attaking the people He never should have kissed you This is his trouble His head's thought In the opium filled tank And the extensive bottle of wisky and wine An addiction to what he cant have But now he is in trouble He cant break free It is a hole in the net His thought is to go but he is caught Like a fly on the paper. The toxic substance drowns his lungs Love, it is his weakness Yet his strength Fire is flashing over head creeping forward Malnutrision in the world disruption, Quieted and calmed to lies. He cannot think any more He cant help it. He is not fading any more. Not back into the darkness He must break free. He is me.