He

In the darkness, in the darkness down there,

lay a store, leading to it was an isolated stair

A boy went down every day after school, he found his shell, his fucking room

What happened at school? Why did he trot all the way down?

Bruised on the face, he smoked a cigarette each time he went down,

A cigarette borrowed each day, from a source unknown

Sick of a living, he slapped his professor today,

His dictionary had all the words, leaving glee, happy and gay

HE'S GONE, the store's burning today with a strong might,

Apathy there aint no one who could save his soul, his mind

He lay there alone, charred and burnt,

The Cigarette yet burning, the butt was still smelling strong

His hand charred, but his life burnt since the very start

He was buried at peace, but no one knew what went wrong with him

He burnt the store himself,

because his dictionary had jeopardy and stink lighting BIG!