Waiting
He sits alone in the dark
All he can think of is The Mark
Waiting for fate
He stares blankly at the wall
Wishing he could get away from it all
Waiting for a lie
He's different from them
A hidden gem
Waiting to be polished
His secrets he hides
Behind piercing grey eyes
Waiting for a tear
His emotions walled in
As the burning begins
Waiting for it to end
The pain wouldn't cease
All it did was increase
Waiting for it to subside
The end of torment is near
Ringing is all he can hear
Waiting for the last of terror
No one heard his screams
Oh, that Dark Lord and his schemes
Waiting for a savior
His skin burns red
Wishing it had all been in his head
Waiting to die
His life, now a stage
The play written by his father's rage
Waiting for the curtain
Now all he can see is black
For now the pain has been pushed back
Waiting for it to start again