18 years, still
fearing the light.
A child so promising,
understood by no one.
If you want to see the actor
of this show, dying now,
then dim the lights and
let the demons out.
His soul, so fucking mortal,
look in his heart, so unnatural,
a creature dancing
in the shadows of
blood stained roses, where
life once grew.
Now the torches rise, as
the moon is wrapped in an eternal sorrow.
See him burn,
a smile graces his flesh,
laughs as the flames eat his soul.
Turned to ash, spread by wind,
laying under dying embers,
a shade awakes,
crushes a single lotus.
A gentle sigh,
he walks away,
and the man wept.