A dark room
Shaken by laughter
A longing unfulfilled,
Until decades after.

His emptiness -
Searching for someone
To fill it
His hunger-
Searching for something
To kill it.

White skin
Under a ray of light
Wanting to win
But too tired to fight.

A small place
With no sense of time
So filthy, this place-
A shrine for our grime.

Numerous words
Once part of a language
Now merely the cry
Of his pain and anguish

A story of a boy
Succumbing to his madness
Fighting forever
In the war against sadness.


A gentle warrior
Feeding on our sorrow
Praying for joy,
Fearing tomorrow.