there’s a boy standing in front of the gates of hell.
    he is all dark hair,
                    dark eyes
                        dark lips filled with sin
     (and a mouthful of diamond teeth). 
     i look at him and i think i know him;
     decadence smeared across his lips / luxury in his knitted brow,
     these are the eyes that shone red with fire.
     these are the hands that took my heart and watched it bleed through his fingers.
     these are the beautiful thoughts of a boy damned and cast from heaven. 
                                                            *
     there’s a boy standing in front of the gates of hell,
and there’s a body lying next to him.