Darkness (C) 1-6-10

Darkness all that he was accustomed to In his mind he turned to a maniac from cussin blue He screamed help help help Believin sayin it three times would make it holy His ugliness left his self esteem low And the fantasies built only made his dreams grow Anxiety left him neglected and behind Our Father prayer was from his grandparents memories He knew tough love was what he suffered But this would make the Hulk cower Made to know it’ll get better The shadows reminded age was merely a document of his inception If only long ago he could’ve knew this The winters as cold as his heart He knew morality was required But woke up masturbatin in a bed with demons He cried for his father and the resurrection of his Grandmother But it wouldn’t come yet Still in the darkness his Viruses was the only thing he could relate to Because just like him they’d die soon If only someone would listen to him instead of frownin faces The thought of a love that hatred and despair it misplaces Through the means of destruction would be the catalyst of his demise But like an action figure, He’d just have to sit and wait