There`s a boy in the attic <br />Pulling the wings off angels <br />His brain filled with static <br />Hiding in the dark <br />Waiting for the spark <br />That`ll burn his whole world down <br /> <br />No one comes looking here <br />No one wants to find him <br />Doesn't matter where he's gone <br />There's nothing to remind them <br />And no one comes looking here <br />No one comes looking <br /> <br />All he knows is <br />A slap is a touch <br />A punch is a touch <br />The hand that breaks <br />And shakes is a touch <br />And nothing he can do <br />Will matter that much <br />Because <br />No one comes looking here <br />No one comes looking <br />No one comes <br /> <br />All the wingless angels <br />Surrounded him asking why <br />Listen to him cry <br />In that old gray room <br />He dreams his name carved <br />On a small gray tomb <br /> <br />And no one comes looking here <br />No one comes<br /><br />Alice Silvers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-comes-looking/
