4 part series I wrote in HS

His Heart Black As Night

The blade is sharp, the cuts are long
Upon his harp, he plays his song
That they may see, what they have done
Helping him be, what he's become

With hateful words, aimed at his heart
Like brutal swords, and just as sharp
They show their spite, as plain as day
While black as night, his heart must stay

They have their joy, for them it's great
But this one boy, knows only hate
His heart is torn, his eyes are crazed
Amidst the storm, of violent ways

They think he's weak, and will not try
Because he speaks, of ways to die
When his heart's full, he cuts his skin
They cut his soul, and laugh at him

They've tilled the earth, and sowed the seed
And given birth, to this sad deed
He takes the blade, and pushes deep
To find his fate, in endless sleep


His Heart Gray As Dawn

The blade is dull, the scars are long
From in his soul, he sings his song
That they may see, despite the scars
He still can be, a shooting star

The hateful words, aimed at his heart
Are broken chords, on a broken harp
They have their spite, as it must stay
While his black heart, has turned to gray

He has no joy, but now the hate
Of this one boy, is not so great
His heart less torn, his eyes less crazed
Soon ends the storm, of rainy days

He may be weak, but he will try
To be the streak, across the sky
When his heart's full, he'll loose the seams
And bear his soul, let loose the screams

He looks above, and takes his stance
And will give love, one final chance
He takes the blade, yet stays his hand
But fate is fate, and life still ends

His Heart White As Day

The blade's now dust, the scars are long
And now he must, sing one last song
That they may see, the boy they spite
Will never be, as black as night

The hateful words, with pain so stark
Like untrained swords, have missed their mark
He stands apart, far from their spite
So black their hearts, while his is white

He's found his joy, and shed the hate
Of one lone boy's, depressing fate
His heart is healed, his eyes are sweet
This time it's real, his soul's replete

He is not weak, he knows it now
This hated freak, has found out how
To free his soul, from all the hurt
His heart is full, of loving words

He grew the seed, and took this task
He's quelled the need, to wear his mask
He broke the blade, setting him free
And now his fate... Eternity

His Heart Red As Blood

The blade's new wrought, after so long
He never thought, he'd sing this song
That they may see, This boy they spite
Could never be, a soul so white

With hateful words, all speaking truth
Like brutal swords, sharp and uncouth
They show their souls, to be so bright
While his is full, of hate and spite

He has no joy, to contemplate
For this one boy, this mean estate
Is due and just, another phase
Accept, he must, his chaotic ways

Truly he's weak, he cannot deny
Nor can he speak, of reasons why
He hoped for life, when death was due
The bloody knife, all that ensues

They may have tilled, and planted hate
But didn't seal, this one boy's fate
His choice today, to draw the blood
And fade away, with no tears shed