A young boy wandering,
throughout life without aim.
He was different from the rest,
with a gash in his neck and his pug nose.
His heart builds foundations for walls,
to protect himself from pain and the hurt.
The hurt he felt, he stuffed deep
within him, hoping never to see it.
He lived happy and merrily
with his friends whom he trusted.
The young boy grew.

A young man wandering,
throughout life without aim.
His trust disappeared as did his joy.
The graceful touch of madness 
came upon him, and he laughed
with an empty and dead voice.
A mask is put up and worn,
to hide his true self.
The walls around his heart
are both tall and wide,
not letting pain or love in.
They have become both his
protector and his jailer.
With his innocence gone,
alone, and confused he walks.
The young man despaired.

He is destined to die alone,
cast away from all who
might have cared for him.
The long forgotten feelings,
come to the surface,
and pain wracks the young man.
He quietly walks to a cliff,
and stares into the crashing waves
below and wonders.
He commits himself to his final
course of action and flings himself
off the cliff into the wild beyond.

A gasp of breath,
a sudden death:
a tale ends.