washed in pure delight and cleaned in joy
i saw standing there, a gold-haired boy
a crown on his head, smile on his lips
his knuckles white in endangered grips
i saw standing there, a gold-haired boy
next to his heart-shaped glass diamond throne
eyes in creases, pupils a crescent moon
his so fragile body close to swoon
his fingers white and nails so polished
this perfect picture soon demolished
red scars and wounds under his giggle
his dried out lips tiredly niggle
washed in pure delight and cleaned in joy
i saw standing there, a gold-haired boy
with a broken crown and broken soul
i saw standing there, a shattered boy