Wishing for purpose, no voice to persuade, falling falling his vision begin to fade.
Composure was gone his mind no longer seem right or wrong.
A flash sparked a memory so beautiful and pure, another begin to make his sight obscure.
This wasn't right, he knew there was wrong. but nothing was more peaceful then that ethereal song.
Another flash, this one quite sharp, remedies his mind resonating like an angelic harp.
He reached for the instrument, one he could not see, but grasped at nothing, for the darkness was his reality.
A flash snapped him back, he was now present, savagely under attack.
This wasn't right, this wasn't right, get up and fight!
But his body wouldn't answer to his call, a kick to his head, bounce, bounce he saw a ball.
"Ball," he stood with no worries or hurt, "come on, Alex," exclaimed his brother Robbie "Dorko, get the ball."
"Robbie!" No longer scared, but surprised. As joy replaced fear, tears welled in his eyes.
But he was nowhere in sight, alone he was again, a distant voice from pops came, "Stand boy and fight!"
"Alex, no want fight," Alex said."Please Dada, he hutjng my head."
A flash from kick jossled him once more, "Come on poochie butt, come lay down." His mother's voice echoed from behind a door.
"Mama, Alex hurt!" He cried in muted thoughts, 'Why no one help? I sorry." He whispered shallowly under his breath, his strength begin to weaken, his body began to stop.
"I sorry," He said once more, but no more push from daddy, no more play with Rob, no more mommy behind the door.
"I'm Alex" He said, blood on his teeth he would taste, as a his fate was met as the beast stomped on his face.
"See the stars papis, they are so beautiful aren't they?" His pops would say, when all alone, "Someday we will be there, and never fade away."
" Stars." Alex would point up above letting you know he...