His Hue

He strolls down the beaten pathway
Knowing what lies ahead
Enters his house and locks the door
His futile attempt to keep out
The demon which plagues him
But even that cannot save him

The attention is given to him
But by all the wrong people
His clothing hides the blue hues
Slowly healing, but always repeating
Sometimes people notice the clues
But even that cannot save him

And then, he hears it
More than the beating in his heart
The click of a lock and
Slam of a door
His eyes go dim, as cold as ice
But even that cannot save him

He is kicked to a stained corner
The cracks filled with old blood
In the name of love, he accepts
The torments that trail his troubles
But not once does he shed a tear
Because even that cannot save him

Later the boy can finally stand
Shakily tends to his anguished wounds
The affliction cries out in vain
Tomorrow he shall wait again
To patiently accept his hell
For he cannot save him