He sits in a corner, barely breathing.
He hates a mirror, he’s just not seeing.
He’s soul is captured, he’s mind obsessed.
He’s heart is dying, he’s thoughts possessed.
Life hurts so bad, he wants to paint it black.
The pain is growing on he’s cringing back.
Abused, misused – he’s passions misunderstood.
Dreams and desires replaced things he should…
Do to make his obligations true,
Things that makes him acceptable to those who’s cruel.
He’s alone, he’s screaming, there’s sweat on his head.
He wishes he could be free to love and live instead.
Questions consume him, he wants to stretch and touch.
Those he long to be with, those he loves so much.
He’s blood is poisoned, he’s spirit entirely disgusted.
He could have had a chance at life, if only he would trust it.
