Little Loner -The Illustrator

Mother
Father
Where are you?

Picture a boy
Alone with his toys
And no one else to be found
He’s sitting in silence his mind lacks compliance
To understand his surroundings
As he wanders the halls
Searching for anyone tip toeing through his home
But he can’t find a soul
To make home feel normal
Instead make his own

Somebody let me know how I can take control
Of these thoughts of mine that blur the line between insane and creative
So I can get on with my pointless fucking life

The boy has grown older
His heart has grown colder
To counter against the pain
He’s made a new family
To maintain his sanity
Keeping his demons away
Since no ones returned apart from the ones in his brain

Somebody let me know how I can take control
Of these thoughts of mine that blur the line between insane and creative
So I can get on with my pointless fucking life

All of my life
It’s cut like knife
Not knowing who truly cares
I guess that’s why they call it loneliness
I guess I’m supposed to be scared
Now this is the time
Where I show how I
Have grown the man that I am
Let’s finish this story right

The boy is a man
Devising a plan
To show the world what he has done
Now he’s almost ready
His minds all but steady to prove he doesn’t need anyone

Mommy, daddy
Can’t you see what you’re boy has become
So thanks for the memories
Lacking of anything
Now it’s your turn to be alone

Little Loner -The Illustrator