His eyes, a soft blue
His heart, a warm red
His soul, a thing of peace.
His mind, corrupted by the thing that took everything away,
The hatred settled deep in his subconscious,
His father, the source of his pein.
He took it all away,
Friendship, the ability to be loved, and his family,
Killed by the beast he tried to stop.
His eyes, a deep red
His heart, a thing of dismay
His soul, composed entirely of hatred
His mind, completely sane compared to all others.
