• One sole figure sitting alown
    holding a name not yet known,

    And this poor lad's gender's meil
    porcelain facade behind darkness veil,

    worn black satin against glass skin,
    No one yet had seen his grin.

    His mind forever in everlasting mourn,
    And yet, he spoke. " I wish I never been born."

    And then his hand pulled out a shiny new friend
    to stop the pain without an end.

    Lower and lower the thin metal came.
    Once again, everything had stayed the same.

    Now his snow white wrist lay dripping rubies.
    Every bead spilling his gloomy agonies,

    With every moment came a light so bright.
    A vivid pool would be made tonight.