The Boy who Called Death

his life, apparently, was all a lie
just to help us forget and go by
his smile was a mask, made from tears
his eyes bright, from his own fears

everyone said he looked so happy
but they all missed the reality
he was alone, sitting in his room
little did we know, this was his tomb

he cried for help, the blade shining
no one heard, all laughing
he tried to escape, nothing worked
the pain he felt, like a drug, he was hooked

he had been in torture for so long
wondering if he would ever truely belong
in truth, he lived his whole life in the night
even if he appeared to enjoy the light

he knew nothing, he feels no more pain
only suffering, from a life in vain
we never knew, we never guessed
that his time on Earth was hard pressed

one morning, he didnt appear at school
no one cared, no one knew, his life so cruel
he went missing, signs appeared here and there
rumors passed from kid to kid in the still air

police began asking everyone if they had seen him
his parents all worried, if something were to happen...
no one knew, no one heared, he told no one,
cunning, his disappearing act, why would no one come?

months passed, then he was found
hidden away, tracked down by a hound
he had walked, 50 miles away
to be bitten, by a snake, his only way

in awe the community, knowing he was dead
was in disbief, he seemed so happy, but instead...
now hes gone, no smiles around
may he rest in peace, buried deep underground