With pleading eyes
Skin bruised
And reddening
Wet bedding
From tears
Or a little ****
The little boy proclaims
You should not want me

With purple lips
Bleeding thighs
Lonely hell scarred eyes
Fingers nails black and bitten
The young girl cries
You should not want me

With twenty years
Then twenty more
The time worn
Character
Knows
Despite the light
That others show
And being that they
Are mostly slow
They will not want him

Till in time
Each story finds
The final end
To a lonely life
And the only lover
That always wanted them
Was time and the rotting