Second PSI

A lad, well-versed in tears and tragedy,
Awakes to find himself in land unknown.
Adrift once more, cast forth by destiny,
He makes his way through maze of fate alone.

In Mayfield's streets he wanders with a sigh
His thoughts deep focused 'pon his lovèd home
When flash of light leaps forth to catch his eye
Intrigued, he ventures 'top the earthy loam.

A plastic bag of candy hearts he sees
Much pleased, he reaches forth to take in hand
What fortune has bestowed so gen'rously
Such luck has often been in short demand.

'U leave me breathless' -- Such a chilling joke
He pops one in his mouth and promptly chokes.

Despised by fortune, ridiculed by fate . . . Truly, there is no story more woeful than mine.  And thus, with a cough, a gasp for breath, a grasp at life . . . I do die!  Oh!  My brother . . . My mother . . . Await me in the kingdom of heaven, for I come to you soon!

Alas . . . Will no courageous soul come to this poor child's aid? . . . . . . . Ahem.  Pray allow me to repeat myself. 
Will no courageous soul come to this poor child's aid?!

[Lucas has eaten a purple and a green candy heart.  After making this announcement, he can be found in the middle of the street feigning death.]