What a disturbed child,

this enigma of hatred,

this broken spirit.

His hair is as black as his heart.

He doesn’t care about anything anymore.

What went wrong?

He was once a bright-eyes child.

Now he is a hollow shell

that continues to wander the earth.

Fingers covered with eerie silver rings,

wrists with spiked leather bracelets.

Collars, chains, anything black…

Caught in a miasma of darkness.

Pale skin flecked with blood-

The cold pierces his skin and his heart.

Completely alone.

He takes what he wants in a meager attempt to fill the void,

but he finds no comfort.

He is despair among hope,

Hardship amidst prosperity,

The wolf upon the sheep,

Emptiness beyond belief.

Can anyone help him?

We’ll never know.

He continues to wander alone

in search for the reason that he is here.