running away from his sordid past
his innocence could never last
he tries to stay pure and whole
but ends up filthy without a soul
he lies to himself to try and hide
but the truth is always just inside
he lies to everyone, not letting them know
-and he's never been one to put on a show-
but he's not alright, he's far beyond reach
he's so hidden in false speech
and all his pain
by any other name
hurts just the same
trying to externalize the hurt
but all he does is flirt
with pain and sex and death and drugs
even with simple hugs
but nothing claims the pain from his heart
nothing even makes it start
to fade away, he wishes he would
fade away, just like he should
fade away, into distant past
fade away, never made to last
fade away, if only he could
fade away, if only alone he stood
death by degree's, suicide of the mind
hope begins to fade, no light does he find