Gray's Apprentice

Big blue eyes are always hidden;
he smells like drugs and broken dreams.
He wants nothing more than to be bed ridden.
His skin is cracking at the seams.

Hollowed innocence with bags beneath;
nothing left but the colour of coal.
He only wishes his heartbeat would finally cease;
wishes he hadn't bought the time with his soul.

Whirling colours and lips so scarlet;
silken words too hushed to hear;
by definition a scholarly harlot;
a comforting touch is never near.

If you take apart what's under the flesh;
if you dare to look at his veins;
you'll see the blood has drained; has left;
and has left behind worldly stains.

You speak his name as if a curse;
a demi-demon not fit to help.
Without a thought you think the worst;
unaware that he does that himself.

He speaks in metaphor, and in prose;
his words are almost lyrical.
Beneath this beast, a human grows...
well, that's if you believe in miracles.