Scrawny ice-cold fingers,
The devil within him lingers.
His eyes have turned into bottomless pits,
He hits,
Needing an escape from reality; trying to forget.
The pain,
The horror,
The trauma,
Trying to picture the love he was never given,
Mending a heart that's been broken.
A soul that has been bruised,
Used,
And forgotten.
All he ever wanted was to be remembered,
To dance amongst the stars.
To become the brightest of them all.
He wanted to leave the world in awe.
If only he could overcome the darkness,
Win the war against his demons.
But the flame within had blown out centuries ago,
Cries had gone unnoticed,
Walls were decorated with his screams.
They passed on the streets,
Wondering what crime was being committed behind closed doors,
They couldn't have known, it was the worse of all.
The crime of selling his soul to the devil,
Only to cry out for mercy.
" Too late broken boy,
It's the price you'll have to pay.
You should have never abandoned your God,
And I wouldn't be here to stay. "