Screaming won't solve a thing.

But he can't hear it anyway.

Death wished upon a pretty face won't make it true.

And innocence could be lost to a broken heart.

Determined conversations that can't end with a kiss good-bye.

The distance frightens him.

Squares filled with letters and fingers flying.

She tries to make him see, feel, understand.

But he only pictures a blank canvas on an ignorant face.

Studded hearts she lets fly away,

Blocking out the truth

and he can't ignore the restless pain.

Friends notice the change.

But she wouldn't know better.

A pawn played for the perfect game.

Fuck everyone but yourself, of course.

A blinding philosophy.