• This boy is sick of crying.

    This boy is tired of trying.

    He may be smiling,

    But inside he's dying.

    He's rotting away to ashes.

    This curse is burning his heart.

    He has his own disguise.

    He runs and hides in this costume from all the hazards that come near.

    He has his own mask.

    No one can see through it,

    For no one can cure this curse.

    He is a smart boy with a fast mind,

    But also has a cracked heart.

    A heart that cannot contain this kind of pain.

    A heart that doesn't want to continue mourning in this agony.

    A heart that doesn't want to burn in this acid hurting anymore.

    This boy doesn't want people to see this wretched curse.

    The only way he survives is with the help of a blade.

    It is gleaming and shining,

    With his heart's blood dripping on it.

    His mask is fading.

    This boy is revealed.

    But it's too late to save him...

    The curse has completed it's task....