He never smiled,
he was always sad,
unlike a normal child,
his mind kept him mad.
The pain that enveloped his life,
squeezed his heart tight,
as the blood leaked from the vein to the knife,
he shut his eyes and said good night.
Now the dark angles will come,
and take him where he fits in,
their songs of death at a low hum,
to live forever in sin.
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