Never Seen Runaway

They don't know half my suffering or half my pain

They don't see under the cloak and mask  that I wear everyday, that my soul, mind, and body is wholesomely ruined and stained

So since they can't see, maybe they'll hear my footsteps as I run tiresomely to catch the midnight success train

My only hope as a stow away, is that it won't stop at a self destroying and self indulging place called fame

And when they come search for me and find but my cloak and  my mask , I'll take away their smell,hearing, touch,taste and their ability to do and to say

For it will be then that they'll realize they can't catch a NeverSeen Runaway