Capítulo 33: thirty three
Even Death Gets a Broken Heart
The boy's hair is black
His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen
His smile is wide and deadly
No one sees how forced it is
His fingers yearn for touch, affection
But his skin is lethal
Everywhere he goes
Destruction
Grief
Pain
And sadness follow
He has no human name
But he is known by another
Most people fear him
Run from his sight
Curse his presence
Does anyone notice
He is just a boy
Who wants to be accepted?
A boy who goes by the name of death
But not by choice
I guess death has a broken heart
by g.s
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