Death would be lonely

He was as beautiful as the moon

Yet no one could see him as that

Just like the moon that was guarded by the ash grey clouds in the sky; making it impossible for its rays to shine

That was him

No one could see how behind that protected wall he had built around himself; he had a heart as soft and gentle as his touch

No one understood why such a frowned face unleashed the cruelest of words

His silky hair was drooped over his eyes just like vines; protecting him from the cruelty, anguish, despair and loss he had already encountered

Behind that intimidating stare of his, he had forgotten what it was like to feel love, to feel happiness

The only person he ever trusted was himself and so behind closed doors would he then sit on his chair and stare at nothing

His mind was his own enemy; it often took him to the darkest of places, yet without understanding why; he always fought against it

He’d close his eyes to push back the burning sensation that would pour out his pain through his tears

Yet they never, for he had none left to spare

And so his eyes would burn, his heart would clench and he would feel cold

Yet no one was there long enough to warm him up

No one was there to show him the beauty of world that he so deeply yearned to see

It was a shame how a soul as lost as his still hadn’t found his reason for living, yet he continued to live as even death would be lonely

He often wondered when he had last smiled; he had even forgotten what his laughter sounded like

And so after he had his moment of vulnerability; would he then straighten himself out, put up his walls once again

And tell himself he deserved it all