White, elated scream, he splits;
Devoid of all emotional pits.
Not trapped where he once thought he was,
Sometimes he cries; not at a loss.
His crying keeps him company;
His dying leads his sanity
To other levels before unfound,
Where other lost souls do abound.

What crime against this man was held?
Innocent victim of himself!
Just when it could have made some sense,
Thoughts of death interrupt his chance
To find a way to break the chains
Which torture and bind his brain.
I see the innocent victim lost,
Not having found an answer.

In a flash of rage his sanity breaks;
No more can he stand to feel the chafe
Of the chains which bind his lost soul
To a set of worthless material goals.
Though an answer he has not yet found,
He thinks it lies where lost souls abound.
In a flash of rage his sanity breaks!
His suicide was his biggest mistake.