A/N: I wrote this quite a while ago, but it's one of my favorite old poems. I hope you like it too. =)

Do you see this?
Hit and miss.

That look in his eye
Could make me cry

It's eating him alive.
The demon still thrives.

A smile begins
Then quickly ends

As I see the pain,
See what he became.

That salty streak
That makes him weak.

See this boy?
Don't make him your toy.

He lives, he breathes
He cries, he grieves.

Do you see this?
Hit and miss.

You made him what he is
With that final death kiss.