Ghost boy
Alone in my psyche, I ponder all that has pasted
As the days surpass each other, I wonder what could have been
In the little realm I call my mind I wake the dreams of time flown by
The tiny boy under the stairs, who I wished really wassn't there
Once when the world was black and white
The good perished the dark and evil night
When everything was thought beautiful and true
The shadow stole the story book and wrote what was true
He stood in the crowd, alone but surround
The colors mingled as I stood on the side
I watched as he walked through the pressing pack
Wanting, no needing to get through without an attack
He ran through the halls deserted but filled
Pushing and shoving when they didn't do what he willed
Panting and shaking he stood all alone
On the stairs to the doorway of his wasted home
He sighed in defeat, hanging his head
Climbing the stairs with the though of great dread
Once when the world was black and white
The good perished the dark and evil night
When everything was thought beautiful and true
The shadow stole the story book and wrote what was true
He arrived early that morning, supporting black and blue
He waited by the door, hopping it wasn't true
The fat man came out, a glare firmly in place
He back handed the boy then left without trace
With tears in his eyes the boy ran far away
With no thought of mind he darted to the place he used to play
With a rope as a belt he had a plan in mind
As I watched miserably from the side line
He hung himself that day, no one knowing why
Except for the ghost that trailed and passed him by
Once when the world was black and white
The good perished the dark and evil night
When everything was thought beautiful and true
The shadow stole the story book and wrote what was true
A/n: so what do you think? I am twisted or just demented? Please REVIEW!