Bags for the Youth

There sits the boy
With bags
Always
Under his eyes.

In his last moments of consciousness
Every night, Through
That small gap in the curtains,
He can see the epileptic moon
Dancing among the clouds,
Telling him to watch.

He gently ruptures the
Veins hiding his skin,
Because he didn't sleep last night,
So let him Rub
his eyes to
Stay awake.

It's not that boy's fault
That he, Always
Has bags under his eyes.