A Strangled Boy

Look at your hand,
see the trickling of blood,
it follows the curves,
then falls to the darkness.

Look up,
look up at your eyes,
you never see the colour,
but now they are crimson.

Like the unseen colours of your mind,
the dark depths that are too deep to be black,
past the healed scars,
and continuing on from the gashes on your heart.

You see whats left of you,
after all the peices have been torn,
after everyones taken their share, and left thier mark.

You see what i see,
a strangled boy,
who wants nothing more than to live,
to have the truth told,
to have the truth heard.

Who wants nothing more than to be himself,
to share what is left,
to have what is left givin willingly to the one he adores,
unllike what has gone, what was taken forcefuly.
He wants to give this away,
He wants to share this in the whole...