He was trying to hide himself
The hurting red sky was screwing him,
He was feeling the frustrating weakness,
And he fell again.
He made himself in a row, they broke it,
The destroying snow crossed his destiny,
He was unable to understand things around him,
Those irritating reflection made him mad.
He was perfect in himself, he loved him…them,
He was never in dizziness to trust,
He was forced to justify,
He was not a man, he was a child.
He realized, he cried,
Those stupid shadows never lifted him up,
They laughed at him…to live without a life,
To die with cold tears.
The moments were cutting him…his soul.
He was trusted to trust,
The proud vibrating smile crushed his soul,
He was destroyed slowly,
Forced to numb, to hang out his heart.
He was realizing those times,
But he could not do anything,
He suffered,
His hands were tightly closed,
He was feeling the prison of death.
He was surprise, his own heart betraying him,
He was cutting his heart,
The red blood was turning to black.
He was arguing to himself,
He was judging to solve himself,
But he fell again, numbed again,
He was feeling the loneliness,
He was mingled again with those scales.
His hands were tightly closed,
He was feeling the prison of death,
And he was again forced to laugh…to live,
He was numbed, he was trusted to trust.
Suraj kr gogoi O8/12/08
Adding your comment:
and the story that this tells is really interesting - I love the ending and the unwillingness of it all 
