May 6, 2009
Radiating through the pain in his eyes,
Wonders how everyday,
He manages to get by.
Tired and lonesome,
Anyone who inflicts harm is just another target.
As he walks down the streets to nowhere,
Strangers look for his smile,
A twinkling eye,
But only receive his cold shoulder,
Freezes them to death,
His own form of armor,
Protection from anyone who poses a threat
The one who will take away his last breath
Holds a candle to his chest,
Hopes to rekindle the flame in his heart,
Back to a place when he wasn't depressed,
A time when he wasn't a man taken apart.

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