The boy who raged, 1683.
My boy, my dear melancholy boy,
It is nighttime and you're curled up in bed again.
Why do you sleep away the day, and let the night begin?
Is it because the world is too loud,
And the day is too bright?
Locked inside, with bottles of novocaine,
Perhaps you wish to hide your pains.
And drown yourself in the serotonin gotten,
From these sad synths that may have been forgotten.

Uzumaki Ryu.
Do you enjoy this façade my boy?
With your back against the world,
Is it trust you seek so much?
Or is it fear that eats you up?
Indeed in a cold world you were born,
Its sweet roses bore deadly thorns.
In shreds your heart was torn,
Lovely gestures ended up scorned.
Cowered in light while you tread at night,
Dimming your spark to embrace the dark.
Alas, how did it get to this?
Do you enjoy this façade my boy?

@ElElyon
My boy, My dear melancholic boy,
Why do you shun the daylight's glare.
Seek solace in the night's despair,
Is it the cacophony of life's cruel sound.
That drives you to this underground?
Lost in the labyrinth of haunting dreams,
You wander aimless, in a void of light.
In this sinister realm, devoid of light,
Your spirit wanders through endless night.

@LeAyanokira
You listen to rhythms,
Melodies so coy,
You try to escape the world,
With dopamine your aid oh boy.

You dive into your imaginations,
And spring forth your heart desires,
Like surfing endless waves,
Or watching those you admire.

A collaboration with @LeAyanokira @ElElyon and Uzumaki Ryu.
© The boy who raged, 1683. ©Le Ayanokira ©ElElyon