There's a individual with a dull expression.
Painted on their face of invisible scars.
They have a cracked vision of life.
Haunted by toxics of a daily life they live.
Many wonder what made them that way.
But only a few would understand it.
Sense of hot boiling blood roam.
Their system of misswired connections.
Yet they wonder if their close relations.
Are just another excuse of sorts that carry.
Yet talks have been sparking out of recent.
But only three are closer then most.
The three are the closet and most loving.
But the demons are coming any second.
They fight the demons off to protect.
Only to be left with crimson on the floor.
