Austere Boy Poem by Medusa Waves

The austere boy stood still and cold
his smile was stern, his eyes were old
he hummed low tunes to warm his heart-
that a woman did, tear apart
maybe that is why he is so alone
his face and name were quiet unknown
I watched him weap and yell outloud
his face i did recongnize in the crowd
cause it was i, that made him weap
I told him that he was a creep
his eyes turned off, his smile left quick
he looked so sad, he looked so sick
but i was crude, i parted him
i watched his glow turn into dim
but i cant lie, i did not care
so all i do, is watch and stare