A Bald Curse

Glaring signs of a distinct curse Lies a boy, whose life is tortured by strings He wished it were guitar strings At least, the girls, he would get But all he got were gills, Artificial gills!! Living a lie, he was born to know Of this curse lying deep within his chambers He has read, or so he thought Of survivors of this growing curse A curse which let drops fall down his cheeks Drops of hairs, dark pale hairs If only He knew the cause of this curse Why it had chosen him Born a twin, dying a twig A twig, void of its former glory Tortured by his image, He wished He was blind Tortured by this pain, He wished to feel no more Oh Lord! listen to my words I plee "I think you are somewhere in beyond the sun I heard for every being you create, it is for a cause Or maybe, it is for a curse, that's all my life has been Oh Lord! if I am for a cause, clear me of this curse" But Meanwhile,I fight on!.