His Life..

Years have gone and passed away
Experiences taken in and sadness looms over its prey

'Tis the broken heart that speaks
Emotions full of dwellings and screams

Battered chaotic assumptions are what this soul finds
To twirl in a vicious cycle, endless through time

The future grieves on its past
The past of which is lost in the present; somehow
Why does he try to understand?
When living is for mortals; creatures made of mud and sand

Years have gone and passed away
The life we live isn't what it is anyway
No heart, no soul to belong to within this mist

Of all God's creatures, he could be the only one
With a loneliness that fills in as a second home

It takes his hand
Cradles him to sleep
Tears out of his eyes
Of loneliness and anger, they weep

And now the truth is set
Like his lonely king-sized bed

For a morning – cold – to wake up to

For a night – alone – to sleep to

For an evening meal, with only thoughts to talk to

The truth was set
And now the years have gone and passed away
This is the life he lives
Will it change, one day?