Words are left unspoken.
As deep inside his heart is broken.
The pain is reflected in his eyes,
but hidden even as he cries.
The truth is known,
but still he feels completely alone.
Everyday it constantly repeats,
he hides himself in the streets.
Feeding on only the smallest scraps,
as he tries to hide, ready to collapse.
He holds a face yelling, 'Fear me'
He prays for the day when someone will set him free.
Anger, hate, fear and pain
tied to the world by nothing more than a chain.
Knowing nothing more than loss,
he fights to find his way across.
Only knowing how to be a mourner
he sits alone in the corner.
A head of black,
reaching down to his back.
Eyes as blue as the sea,
only visible to the smallest flea.
Beauty shrouded in dark,
leaving the sharpest mark.
He sits alone,
ready to give up all he's known.
The sun shines so bright,
as he is welcomed to the light.
Ready to be set free,
he allows himself to no longer be.