Cursed From The Start
Nico di Angelo had no family,
For his father and him had no similarities.
His mother and sister had gone,
And he turned into one of Kronos and Gaea's pawns.
The deaths he watched and made,
Were something he never craved.
He watched with bottomless pits for eyes,
And never once cried,
At the screams for mercy,
Or when he betrayed Percy.
Nico di Angelo didn't care who he heart anymore,
But afterwards the grief became too sore.
He didn't feel it when he did those things.
But afterwards he felt the meanings,
Of what he did,
Yet he's only a kid.
His life was screwed up from the start,
Even though he didn't have a say in that part.
It was cursed before he was born,
It was prophesy for his life to be torn,
In so many ways like paper.
His soul was going up in vapor.
It was burning from the inside,
And soon after he jumped off a hillside.