He's a bloody animal living inside,
Residing in my heart, feeding on my pride.
He made me cry till my eyes dried,
My past is his spear, my memory his ride.
He's a bastard child of a relation,
The relation fell apart, he had no cessation.
He waved at me at every station,
I waved back in fear, travelling to damnation.
He's a cousin of guests infinite,
They all played dart, and left at late night.
He can't tell if it's dark or bright,
Long lived my blind dear, he knew no flight.
It was a tear that lost its way,
Forgot where to start, into blood did it sway.
He thought it was just a prey,
Then red turned clear, he melted away, like clay.
Surprised were many who always did pry,
All they got to hear was "Real men do cry".