' ~Little boy

A little boy in me once lived,
Happy and sinless, in a white flawless clothe.
He'd sang, laughed, kept me company,
And told me one piece of tip.
He asked me not to grow, 
Not to lie, not to trust, not to fall.
He told me the darks of the world,
A place where warewolves lived.
A place where kindness became stupidity,
A place where lameness became the top.
I was both naive and hopeful, 
I abounded the advice and took the trip.
Soon I was splotchy smothered in black,
Ugly, sinful, I was one of them.
A human wolf with a plastic face,
A murderer to the beauty of earth.
In the mirror I no longer recognize myself,
My pure graces were now all cursed.
I called upon me for the boy inside,
My friend, my brother, my interior sound.
But the little boy no longer existed,
As for I've murdered every nice thing.
He was gone, dead, buried in mud,
Nothing left but a meaningless name.
Consciousness, the little boy was named,
My consciousness I killed with bloody ice hands.
I was empty, numb, thoughtless and rude,
I was now the thing I hated the most.
A human I yet remained,
It was my humanity the thing I lost. '

Written by: Kim jongin.