He and I

[kylek]

he walks this street so sullen, discontented
wondering where he’ll finally find acceptance
such harsh disregard for a soul so good in nature
all he ever sought, was a little hope

staring at the mirror
an empty shell he stands
a haziness is in his eyes
is he looking through himself
or searching for his soul?

crying, he knows this should not be so
better things should come of this
his hope wanes to pessimism
we’re not so different, he and I

he’s walked this earth long enough
to know it isn’t fair
a walking corpse is how he feels
we know he’s been dead for years

fearfully, he contemplates
his solution seems so simple
painfully he takes the blade
some end will come from this

shakily, he holds it to his wrist
a fleeting thought enters his mind
in time enough to save his life
he remembers why he cares

staring down at bloodstained hands
the tarnished blade he drops
the tears come streaming down his face
he decides to take a walk

we’re not so different he and I
we’re brothers of the blood
we'll take this walk in ignominy
together we shall stand

we walk out and down the streets
to silently find our place in the night