Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or Kurt *sniffle* though that would be nice...*sigh*

NightCrawler
Midnight blue is the color I see surrounding you.
You seem so lost,
So alone,
how could I just look you by?
Two golden yellow eyes,
they hold such sorrow, confusion and pain.
What could have made them so dull this way?
What have you suffered through?
Who is to blame?
You hold your cross and pray,
perhaps for better days.
When, maybe, you won't feel this way.
For a day to be looked upon as equal, not strange.
To finally feel accepted,
For a day to be free from your torment,
when you will no longer have to scar yourself with the tattoos that line your face.
When you can finally smile, and not mind your fangs.
For a day you can remember what was lost
and loose what is too painful to remember.