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Silence builds an awful wreckage of a boy It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture A teenager is stricken and destroyed There is no sound of laughter or happiness here The little one has thrown in the towel today Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul It is futile to hope and dream and pray Emptiness builds a home in this young man In this boy, this child where hollows have bred A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes And eats away at every connecting thread Confusion feeds like a savage inside him, Leaving nothing considered worthy remains Destined to walk through life less ordinary.