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Darkness
In my deepest darkest hour
There is no one to talk too.
No one understands and the world is too busy to care!
Lost and confused I write these words in fear
I live in a heartless , cruel world.
My children believe their dad is as good as gold.
But at nights away from their innocent eyes,
He conceals a deep, dim , deadly secret.
A secret that plaque his soul,
Terrifies his victims:
A victim of which I am.
a bully is he!
The monster within that torments and surpresses my very soul.
My family and friends think I am hallucinating,
If you knew him you too may think I am crazy.
To the human eye he looks humble
Violence may not be of his nature
But you are wrong he is scary!
Violent is his character.
Your children will fear him ,
Their dreams will be awaken,
The monster that lives within has no compassion.
His heart is as cold as ice
His hands lay heavy on your throat
Legend I call him many is he,
Your daughters may know him,
His scent may possest them.
Who am I to warn you?
I am only a victim crazy you may call me,
A fool I maybe,
Safe I am no more.
No corner, no closet can hide me
This demon devours me,
Death has a hold on me ,
Sweet angel release me.
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