Mistaken Reality
A true gamer of all sorts, he was a jack of all trades
He would display great technique in all video games played
To say he was lonely.. depressed, living stress in strife
A perfect definition -lonely- to define the tears that are wiped
It's simple, his life... no friends, nothing but the PS2
His precious possession.. he's satisfied? it fooled us too
Sound on the outside, giving no expression of difference
People recollect, he was quiet and had shy habitions
Inside this boys mind, and IQ and intellect immense
Could dispense knowledge so powerful could blow up tents
This boy wanted to make friends, set it up as a goal
Provided he used his mind, could grind ideas to any toll
He could create a machine, a new invention to mention..
To hook to the gameset and solve all his lonely questions
A virtual reality device, to light up his coolness to see
All the kids in school, his friends.. they'd want to be
Designed and strapped to his head, his thoughts glorified
Testing it out, and it works!, realization through the skies
He was a bird high and wide, but his wings stopped suddenly
The device plunged him to his death on ground, mistaken reality
R.I.P. Suicide - walked off a cliff, 2004
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) Your vocab I thought was iffy in some places, I claim to be a very intellectual person, yet the word "habitions" I have never seen before. But hell, can't say I haven't made up words. Your topic seemed very elusive, and to many people, that can be fun, where at the end, the ending you didn't expect. In this piece though, it wasn't that I didn't expect it, but more like, I didn't understand it, or how it could happen. You strung together a great idea, and you had some great skills, it just needs work...