• What a tragedy it is
    For this boy left in solitude
    Always in possession but never found
    Oh and how he screams out to nothing
    A man in body, a child in soul

    With his head full of greed
    and his dreams of power in the stars
    One of his own
    United in stubbornness

    He waits for his savour
    The righteous one,
    he sees in he mirror,
    winking back

    Stares into its eyes of rage,
    with utter disgust,
    watches the surroundings turn to black

    keeps hold of that moment,
    between a blink and a tear
    Rolling down his cheek
    So Insignificant
    so innocent
    so pathetic

    Drunk with shame
    Stumbling through nothingness
    witnessing the peak of all to come,
    never to come,
    until the not so inevitable end

    Yet he fights without will
    each tear turns into a fist
    throwing itself into his reflection
    each shimmering shard cuts his innocence

    and he wonders
    does fear make a stronger warrior?

    But he is not fooled.
    He knows.
    This, like every time
    Is only the beginning