His life was no less tragic than that of an overwritten hero.
He lost his father by 5, his innocence by 8.
Times were hard, with debts to pay.
His mother would sell his purity each day.
Day in, day out he was loved.
Loved by women and men alike.
The only love he knows of;
A kind of love that traumatizes him even today,
and so he fears it, scared by the slightest glimpse.
He was the dull night sky,
and she, the brightest star.
She showed him a new world,
one he was a stranger to.
She gave him the moon on a string,
but he was afraid to hang on.
With the bright lights blinding his eyes, he let go.
She was music in his world of white noise,
but he had his ears cut off.