I remember a man once,
A man with thoughts much like God,
Hope to love like darkness crawling along death's presence,
A man adored by millions, loved by none,

He, this man of immeasurable worth and stealth,
Shark to a pool filled with fish and many more sharks,
Silence winning him over like sealed packages,
Watching him fade away like he never had a chance,

Gazing upon this soul, pure enough to change any stone to pure gold,
Taken deeper into the depths of hell,
Paralyzed by this anger I feel, the world destroying him deeper inside,
Numbing for a soul understanding that there's no light in his tunnel,
Am I the bridge to his world and happiness
The very same demons that haunt him...?