When a boy bleeds
it forcibly impedes
upon visions of himself in the mirror
but silent are his pleas
so sadly he concedes
and violates his body with cotton.
Whom can a boy tell
silent, he can't yell,
that his body has betrayed him
his soul he would sell
a trip straight down to hell
one month without crimson.
When a boy can't talk
takes the swagger from his walk
as he parts through the looking masses
they look on and balk
all aware of the lack of cock
he silently screams.
When a boy bleeds red
he is not dead
despite his nightmares and waking dreams
he looks to the mirror instead
"is this all in my head"
he asks the girl in the reflection.