They called him ill-natured

Danger was his game
Black was his thing

He can't be tamed
nor can he be shaken

Blood flows through our veins
but he lets his flow down his skin

Worrying as it may seem
This brings him clarity

For the pain that he feels
needs the numbing of the blade

But I do hope that one day

The scars will fade
and the blade will no longer be needed

For this ill-natured one will soon be embraced
and he will find comfort in the presence of those who matter

Ill-natured as he may seem
He has a heart that cares

Behind those beaded eyes is a weary soul that needs reassurance

So bear with him for all he needs is a little love and

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For a friend who was hurting