Poetic Tragedy

The Poetic Tragedy
Is all he was to them
Just a silly mystery
Of what he was within
Isolated from life
Trapped in his mind
Spending all his time
Thinking of dumb rhymes
He wrote and he sang
As his life wasted away

Nothing but a tragedy
Is all he’ll ever know
Nothing but a tragedy
It’s all he ever wrote
Singing sad soft melodies
Until the day he’d go
Sing of sad soft tragedies
To all his friendly ghosts

Poetic Tragedy
Kept writing ‘till he broke
Singing his one last melody
Placing his neck within the rope
He never found the missing key
And then he lost all hope
All he wanted was to be free
So he let his body drop