His Dark Past

A life shadowed in black
Where nothing good ever seems to last
Where the darkness always seems to find you
Tormentors assult you
They try to convince you their poisonous words are true
They fill you with hate
Until death is your only fate
Until you can't see the light
Death becomes a friend in the night
A fixation on the end
As your world is shadowed in darkness
You want no part in this twisted, gnarled, cold world
Given up on everything
No longer wanna feel the sting
That all these tormentors seem to bring
Waiting around the bend, you know,
The inky blackness waits to consume you whole
Anything is better than this living hell
Anything is better than his dark past

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