The Answer That Was Never Answered

Broken and confused, they scattered his remains over the fire And while burning fueled the stigma of pain Poison leaks into pockets of anger Spoken into existence and ignored into death Never weary, never ceising to live alone Snapped bodies and chizzled tears Rotten with greed and beaten souls die young The friend of God he is but death is his neighbour Fractured in spaces that rebound off flesh Speechless in aggrivation toward the darkness Suspending dreams in mid air while holding nightmares Never remaining to enjoy a second in delight Falling from the roof tops of his heart His body, dark, like a broken down building Circling the mystic places that hold his brain Now the darkness fuels the light Tip-toeing through the shadows that display evidence Made to decieve glory and designed to break trust Driven by fear and in the back seat of hell's lounge Hoping that short comings wouldn't release long silences While the moon devours the sun behind the stars backs And never needing shoulders to cry on Only needing tissues to become counsellors Because they never spoke Before the time came to release him They wept behind the sky to smother the clouds And underneath his bed were blank books, he died with the words His mind became his poetry, he was a living poem Died before it started, Lost before he spoke Diverted memories inside blank covers Writing in his mind only needed ink to jot down the pages The words on his tomb stone read: 'The answers died with him'.