Look at the strange child,
He hides in his hood.

Sunken like Kronos,
In a prison of blood.

Look now to the girl,
With the waiting rubber-band,

Aimed at the boy,
Who won't make a stand.

A snap is heard by a few in the room.
They know not what they witness,

They will to laugh to their doom.
As they sift through suspended stillness.

Then for the boy everything stops,
The projectile poised in front of his face.

He strengthens his mind while his mask then drops,
His fears are no more for his demons he'll chase.

Time is no more while he walks to the girl,
Staring at the place he once resided,

In his pale eyes hatred writhes and swirls,
Now for sure he is decided,

The flask in his pocket contains the essence of virtue,
The reality from a god of cruel taste,

Down her throat he pours it for he knew,
The purity of the righteous will watch the guilty waste.

Leaving the place he used to call hell,
Time returns to disgrace.

The girl then ignited and fell,
The boy goes to find new evils to face.

What a waste of a world,
What a waste.