The Boy of Anguish II
Passion spawned from subdued brilliance
Never leading to the light
Dark secrets muffle desperate cries
And no one can save the anguished boy
Anger and pain are the only things
That have ever given loyalty
To anything other than perfidy
And nothing he feels will ever bring
Respite to the pain
And ever since the beginning
All the love and the pain
Become one and the same
His wounds stay open, held by hate
How can he ever forgive
What he denies ever happened
What no one believes ever happened
Denial fuels a vengeful fire
Ready to burn those who wronged him
So, secretly he forever changes
His scars become stories
His tears become words so angry
His pen cuts the paper, leaving bloodied words
He tells a story so cruel
Of beings so powerful
And entities so hurtful
He catalogues his scars as maps
The ‘X’ marks the final wound
The paper screams as memories pours out
It’s cries as loud as his own
The darkness proving he’s alone
As a wounded mind replays the tale
Books, and pages, and words
He sobs, again and again
“Mark it, don’t ever forget”
“Mark it, so no one forgets”
“Mark it, so they won’t forget”
He finally rests, his arms and mind numb
His one and only pen worn
Unused, blank pages torn
He’s left with scores of proof
Blood and tears stain his words
Heart tired and worn
Mind, numb and burned
By memories rushing
Now comes his final word
“Goodbye”
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