Dark Matter

a battle raging so deep inside , from your mind you cannot hide . a soul tainted to almost black caused by darkness's never seizing attack sometimes praying that it would all end but his soul has no bend The blessing is his curse as well In the dark his thoughts always dwell From the light he slowly fell No one seemed to hear his spoken word so he feels they go unheard Life seems to pass him by not even the will to die Doesn't even care why Days mixing , turning into one Dont care what next will be done Where is lifes love of life of joy Left him behind while still a boy