Night Wishes

Dead Boy’s Poem

I do not own the song ‘Dead Boy’s Poem’. It was created by and owned by Nightwish.(a very awesome band…you should check them out if you’ve never heard of them)

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

He sat in his lonely corner of world. His green eyes had tears pouring out of them. His messy black hair whipped around his head due to the strong the winds. His knees were pulled close to him and his arms were wrapped around his lithe torso. His blue book bag sat limply at his side and a music notebook lay in front of him with some pages ripped out of it. They only made him think of… His head shook away the tears and he wiped his face with his long sleeved shirt. He picked up the notebook, but not the pages that were torn and ripped while the bell rang loudly for the next period. He stood and began walking toward the room, where music could be created or ruined.

Sing what you cant say
Forget what you cant play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

The black haired sadness sat in the back of the room where he always sat. He sat right in front of the only thing that could bring him happiness at this point in his life. The white and black keys were all laid in front of him waiting for his graceful hands to play upon them. The tarnished wood from years of use reminded him of the crumbling world around them. He gave a happy sigh and began to warm up the beautiful instrument. People sometimes wondered why he never just stayed in the music room the whole day. His response would be, “I don’t want to ruin a strong, blissful idea, with an unhealthy sadness.”

Never sigh for better world
Its already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

Each stroke of the keys lifted his spirits slightly, giving him the false hope that she might return one day, that she might just return that very second if he played well enough. He looked to the purple notebook set next to the sheet music and frowned. It was impossible for his best friend to return. He shook his head and his deep green eyes continued to read the beautiful music in front of him.

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god

His best friend was a very sweet person. She had dark brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. They had known each other for years, ever since before they could remember. She played the clarinet and nearly every other instrument made. Nearly everyone adored his best friend, but no one accepted him. The only reason they would even think about tolerating him was because he was always with her. Otherwise, he would be tormented, made fun of, beaten. He never complained though, as long as they didn’t take her away from him. Thought one day, they did take her from him. The angels took his friend away from him. He had found her with her wrists slit dead on the floor of the band room in front of the piano. The bloodstain was still there even though they had done everything to remove the stain. Tears stung his eyes once again thinking about the horrible day. Why she had done it…was only for him to know….

Never sigh for better world
Its already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

He couldn’t help it. He needed to play the music within the faded note book. He slowly raised his pale hand and the teacher looked to him and nodded.

“Yes Kimoku? What is your question?”

He stood and asked his question, “May I please play a piece that both Sayako and I wrote?”

The teacher looked a little surprised but responded, “Yes you may. Do you need an accompanist?”

“No, this piece is only for the piano.”

He sat and opened the purple notebook and began to stroke the keys softly. After a few strokes, he began to speak,

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, song maker’s cry, the one without tears
For I’ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother’s lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"

He stopped speaking for a moment and only played the piano. Everyone seemed in a trance from the words he was speaking. He smiled slightly knowing that this is what Sayako wanted beyond anything else. For him, Kimoku, to be understood. He began to speak once again, his silky boy like voice haunting everyone like a forgotten ghost,

"Teach me passion for I fear it’s gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I’m sorry
Time will tell this bitter farewell
I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn’t feel for you anymore..."

She died because he didn’t love her. She died because she found out he was a homosexual and had a boyfriend. He remembered the moment he told her that one little fact about him. Tears flooded her brown eyes. He looked away from her. She congratulated him and ran off. They hadn’t spoke for a while after that…nearly three months. That day when he spoke to her, it seemed like her life had been drained from her. There was nothing but a smiling shell. She smiled at him slightly and said good morning. Tears threatened to poor out of her eyes and she said good-bye. Only hours later they had found her dead in the music room. He had found her body with a note attached to it…

A lonely soul... An ocean soul...

I’m sorry for doing this everyone…but there wasn’t much left…the boy I loved was taken by another. I tried so hard. I tried to make him love me. I wanted to understand him, I wanted other people to understand his sadness. And to the boy I love I give the last of our lyrics to you…"Teach me passion for I fear it’s gone, show me love, hold the lorn, so much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me, I’m sorry, time will tell this bitter farewell, I live no more to shame nor me nor you, And you... I wish I didn’t feel for you anymore..." Good-bye everyone…and especially you…my love Kimoku….