Wait is it over yet?
A boy peeks his head out
The world he knew, is out no more
He looks ahead, filled with doubt
Years pass, he grows out there
He knows his soul, silent and old
As he roams, he watches on
This muted world, as he takes his stroll
He smirks in pain, he walks his path
From ear to ear, his grin uncanny
With clenched fist, ready to strike
He walks alone, with clothes not fancy
For years he lived, like a dead mans eye
His looks are young, but walks with a staff
He looks back at the world of grey
He slits his throat, with one last laugh
- Kuroka
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