My Dawn and Dusk

My life is the cycle of dawn and dusk,

Lay bare to witness the repeat of life and death

Listen to my cry when the moon is high

And withstand the beating drums of my desires and sins

I am marked with the cross that defines my soul,

Intricate is the little pixie that defines my mind

Look past the cracks outlining the imperfections

To see a boy who reaches for his dreams and hope

I am truly alive in this hollow world,

Or am I ghost that yearns for more

In the shadow of this corrupted existence

I am just a child who lives between dawn and dusk