death.

he is dead.

the child that yearned, loved.

blood seeping from eyes who've seen

untold lies and worse.

all that remains is crimson

eyes with bags that tell of a boy

losing the touch he once had of

life and time, now no more.

Crystal clear intonation of false,

as the wind blows over yonder.

In love with ruby, closed eyes rest.

the mind runs with pained ease.

in the life of the boy he had it all.

then he slipped off a cliff's edge.

Seaside a person, the edge their words

not a single flower on his grave.

let me go into comatose, let me go.

he says its okay, as the blood leaks.

his mind numb from self destruction

a thorned rose on his grave.

some demons are meant to be fought

and some stick with you forever

as he succumbed he died in pain

not a single person visits his grave.

a cracked gem his mind

potential unmatched in prowess

scarlet marble floors and the void

life, love and interests; parallel.

doubts over the one at fault

culmination of one by many.

A foreshadowed demise, pay heed.

Cracked gems on a tombstone.