Darkness all that he was accustomed to <br />In his mind he turned to a maniac from cussin blue <br />He screamed help help help <br />Believin sayin it three times would make it holy <br />His ugliness left his self esteem low <br />And the fantasies built only made his dreams grow <br />Anxiety left him neglected and behind <br />Our Father prayer was from his grandparents memories <br />He knew tough love was what he suffered <br />But this would make the Hulk cower <br />Made to know it’ll get better <br />The shadows reminded age was merely a document of his inception <br />If only long ago he could’ve knew this <br />The winters as cold as his heart <br />He knew morality was required <br />But woke up masturbatin in a bed with demons <br />He cried for his father and the resurrection of his Grandmother <br />But it wouldn’t come yet <br />Still in the darkness his Viruses was the only thing he could relate to <br />Because just like him they’d die soon <br />If only someone would listen to him instead of frownin faces <br />The thought of a love that hatred and despair it misplaces <br />Through the means of destruction would be the catalyst of his demise <br />But like an action figure, <br />He’d just have to sit and wait<br /><br />Corey Threet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-c-1-6-10/
