He was born in october,

Never acted sober,

But his smile was a coder.

Liked horror movies and blood red wine,

Always said he was good, he was fine,

When really, all he did was break his spine,

Just to make himself feel that his body is mine

But then, one day, he crossed the line.

No one understands the reason for his pain,

"He grew up in the middle of saint."

But really, all they did, was leave him in vain,

Just because he didn't make them gain.

So he stood there, crying in the rain.

Screaming at the moon,

Knowing he will be up there soon,

And never again, someone will swoon.

And then he sat there, quiet in his room,

Knowing this world is full of doom.

February 26th 2022