Starry eyed and gazing through the black holeThe boys longs for someone to make him wholeTrying to see things in an empty soulLife too depressing he can’t pay the toll His feet are sore from the weight of his shouldersIt feels like just yesterday he was only fourStuck in hte storm, it can’t get much colderNobody there to save him, he can’t take it anymore His pills on the nightstand, the boy accepts his fateNobody there to save him until it’s too lateAnother casualty in an endless warKilled in action is better than how it was before