Twinkling eyes of a lost boy
Stare fiercely in the dark,
Like a shadow of the night
He silently craws
To the depth of fear, the only mother
He has ever known.
The tears in his eyes are the consequence
Of his ghastly fate…
Each day his virtuousness is slain before
The ogling souls.
Like a trapped soul he remains tormented
By the thoughts of the sun he never saw,
His sorrow takes a human voice
His soul wastes away as
They watch his void grow.
Sun dries his tears as he looks to
The same sky we all lay under,
The lantern lite streets
He calls home bare a cheerless
Fate that sees him day by day.
Arising from his sinister destiny
A rose he holds cuts his skin,
The truth cleaves to burn his face again,
“Cry no more my child,
Bleed not in vain.”
His slit wrists lead him
To a domicile where
He hurts no more.
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