Struggling

City lights, suffocate the moonlight,
Darkness brings the hope of evil,
The thoughts of brilliant, gruesome minds,
spread the plague of fear, here forth.
And Through the alley, of the reckoned and the damned,
lies a man, his hard is black,
the times away from his newborn daughter,
wasting away his life, with a harmful grin.

Speak out and lecture to this man, if you dare,
he will remain silent, strictly for hours on end,
Dare to touch him, he will simply wisp away,
to the chambers, the streets of his dismay,
another moment of speaking to his flesh,
will turn the angry man simply to your death!

Though his wife and daughter will remain to struggle,
there is no hope for this man who soon will be
the broken and the beaten,
lost but never found,
never to return,
both feet on the ground,
his life is over, his family's life is to,
they still love him, hope its just a mood,
but as they don't no, quicker will he fade,
this man just shot himself swiftly on the day.