bad luck will chase the one,

who has never sinned;

everyone will pick at him-

their words will crawl under his skin.

and they'll travel to his heart,

and replace the blood that it held-

his eyes will mist over,

and his actions become compelled.

when life became routine,

he thought it wouldn't change-

but then they came along,

and sent him to his grave.

he'd thought he'd done no wrong,

since he never hurt oneself,

but he'd made the grave mistake

of destroying and killing himself.