Filler Poems: Spring Wanes, Winter Waxes.

"Ice froze over his heart..."

Spring Wanes, Winter Waxes.
T'was spring in one lonesome, peaceful country town
And in the town, there lived a boy, a boy who never felt down
He was happy, content, and had plenty of friends
No-one, he hurt, so he did not need to make amends
School went well, and at home, things were great
If he ever lacked hope, he would never give in, never accept hate
His grades were good and his optimist grew bright
Brighter than the stars on any Plutonian night
The darkness he denounced, for the sun always rose
Its light chasing away demons, demons no-one knows
In this Elysian era, he let euphoria brew
Because that was the only thing he could do.

Ardent gales carried with them summer's embrace
Even now, in the season of growth, his face held no trace
Of the love he felt for his friends, and for one sweet angel
He got nowhere, but hey, at least there was no danger
And when heartbreak and tears threatened to consume
He held steadfast, and his life, he would resume
With friends by his side, and hope in his heart
No threat was too big, but was all this just a part
Of some fool's sweet dreams, maybe just an illusion?
"No chance!" the boy said, unaware of any delusion
Nothing was too great, nothing could withstand
The power of pure hope, and the spirit so grand
His friends were victorious, but his mind was now set
On that one true love, who would be his, he bet
And although things turned sour, despair he did not accrue
Because that was the only thing he could do.

Autumn lay poised, and decay began to grip
His mind and his body, with pain beginning to strip
Away at his being, an unending ordealBreaking sanity, forging bars of steel
Caging him in, keeping him helpless
Events start to unfold, leaving him breathless
Angels turn to demons, whispering lies
When Luna shines in the sky, out echo the cries
Of someone trying to fight, yet broken, was his sanity
At his mind and his core, leaving him courting insanity
I hear you wonder "Maybe it was all in his mind?"
Oh no, it was not, for this boy did find
His life and his thoughts to be slipping from his grasp
How long could he keep wearing that mask?
By the day he was cheery, his act keeping them fooled
At night the mask slipped, the anger never cooled
Lay alone he did, without the courage to see himself through
Because that was the only thing he could do.

Ice froze over his heart, as Winter began to converge
Alone he stood, and inside, nihilism starts to emerge
Whispering lies, half-truths, and promises of peace
Should he follow the downtrodden path, and force hope to cease
The knife he took up, the wrist became slick
With crimson scars and bloody gouges, the knife beginning to nick
Away at his flesh, injecting despair
These wounds would not heal, and his mind would not repair

And so it was, with a bottle of sin and a packet of pills
He drank to his death, and now his skull fills
With all he should say, and all he should try
Now Darkness takes over, and he cannot say "Goodbye."
Sleeping alone, now no-one can hurt
Him, for his body now lies under six feet of dirt
So, in time you may ask "Oh, why you?"

Because that was the only thing he could do.

Source of image: http://www.deviantart.com/art/bleak-december-148498838