He Never Came Back Home After

When he came back home, he was in a Wild wrath, the hurtful heat jabbing at the Air surrounding him, guiding him down an Awful path, he was fed up, When he came back home he was in a Wrath due to the atrocious anxiety of his Actions, which was a ghost haunting him, It left him in fractions, When he came back home he thought About the day... it’s claws raking at his Brain, all this “move out the way!” And Other gory Ghosts, he was in pain, When he came back home he took his Stress, and constructed a mess, chucked His coat at a snarky sibling, and declared Himself dead, despite not being red, When he came back home he ripped the Bible, a sinister sharp separation from God, a cry that stated “I hate you!” And Made his emotions a leaping frog, But then he changed. Something Snapped. A smile appeared, and he felt Much lighter in life, a let loose fish Flapped. It was free. He was free. The Heat became heartfelt, the sun smiled, The feelings became lighter. There was a certain smile that came back. When he came back home, despite the anxiety, he felt jovial in the soul. No sable. No fear. A strange pleasant feeling ran Through his veins and he was a heartless happy. When he came back home, he started Enjoying evil- bloody- things. Strange Pleasant feelings consumed him- even at The social club- even there. Even there. Heart gone Doki Doki. He never came back home after.