You'll never be god enough

Weeping wimpering boy
with eyes of water
and a heart of clay

Sad somber boy
head faced to your knees
and arms folded neatly

Cold cornered boy
your parents hold the leash
they are the blades that dance across your arms.

Quiet quivering boy
your pale face grave with defeat
shown on a mirror crying embers of blood
scattered like your life
on the flat hard stone floor.