thirty three

Even Death Gets a Broken Heart

The boy's hair is black

His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen

His smile is wide and deadly

No one sees how forced it is

His fingers yearn for touch, affection

But his skin is lethal

Everywhere he goes

Destruction

Grief

Pain

And sadness follow

He has no human name

But he is known by another

Most people fear him

Run from his sight

Curse his presence

Does anyone notice

He is just a boy

Who wants to be accepted?

A boy who goes by the name of death

But not by choice

I guess death has a broken heart

by g.s