Tilt

One night he never came back
He just didn't have anything to come back to
Didn't know when or how he had lost all that he had
He never ran away it was just that he never returned
And was it hope he sought or a freedom he yearned
Felt week ahhh so empty inside
An u saw only long and blurry eyes
Freckled now the face that had been
battered bones the skin turned so pale
It seems each line has itz own little tale..
Pain provides salvation n despair brings respite
N no longer he avoids no longer he tries to hide
Steps r slow now he can feel the end is near
He looks up into the vastnes one last time
Death is inconsequential itz the rebirth that JAABIS will fear