For Faulkner 7~12~2010

metal rings, Nails blots and screws.
He knows.
Hammers and saws, Wheels and boards.
Guns everywhere.
Taking it apart to make it better.
I want to help him.
Misunderstood, a brilliant mind.
He loves one but not the other, Change is the enemy.
He hates so he cant be hurt. Love is a stranger.
He only cares to see a few, Don't get close.
Feelings unexpressed, hes going to blow.
His heart, Broken one to many times.
He sees no point.
Always alone, left to his thoughts, a genius in the making.
There is Hope, he will not stray.
He laughs in Gods face, proving his absence.
Give him a fact and he will twist it, Give him a lie and you will believe it.
Five minutes ans hes memorized it, nothing passes him.
He says there is no soul, God is a joke, and there is nothing but us.
Somethings wrong.
Another day lived and I see him, down to the very soul he doesn't believe in.