Why art mine eyes so closed to all such things that bring these joys of youth once loved?

The basic ideas for my music video so far.

The character- I will play the character in my video.  He is a young man, rather tall, and with pale white skin and long dark hair.  His eyes have dark outlines, reflecting his weariness at the miseries and torments that life can bring, so filled with love and hate entwined.  His mind is confused at all things that pass, knowing that the torments he has faced are just beginning, and that they will never truly end.  And the memories, yea, the memories will never truly leave him.  And in his happiest moments when joyful thoughts do cross his mind, when it seems that all his frightful nightmares have passed him and are now a far-distant memory, when he feels just a small fraction of the truest love and merriment that all are born to know, it is then that the sky grows dark.  And yea, even in that moment when he forgets his past and finally feels the happiness of the present, when he thinks his memories are gone, it is then that they return.  He may hide, indeed he may try to hide in darkness where none can see, but the memories- those horrific phantoms of a tortured mind- they will always find him, and no matter how he begs for mercy, they will always torment him with a hellish fury. 
Those around him do not know of course, and not understanding his suffering they will continue to laugh about it as if it was some childish game, these things that do haunt him so.  And they do not know how they mentally torture him, forcing him to re-live his living hell at every moment, except when he dreams.  But alas- dreams are dreams and life is life.