My heart breaks as I see what the darkness has done to me
I've seen friends come and go from bruised necks in suicide
To true vex even you would hide from the bully to see
Even police to me weren't immune to me
They May believe
That-this darkness is fun for me
Being deceased
I've seen many men's eyes
And even those who didn't believe in deity
Testify that the darkness was deep in me
And to my surprise it comforts me
To think I've tried to run from me
My thoughts were far from fun for me
They run to the known
That I chose this road
Been given that apple that Adam had in his throat
Ive whethered the guilt I've whethered the storm
I've whethered filth in the midst of the norm
This is your adolescence this is where you being formed in
The midst of a screw-tape the letters are torn
And demons are warned.
Inside of the mind of a minor at six years old was fire
Being mourned
Was the deaths to me
Mom and Dad as being unfit for me
This lit for me the flame to the roof
Igniting a path-that led to abuse
And being seen in the news
Shirt was red pants were blue
Have you seen him
Let us know..
So we can drag him and continue abuse.
It's evident I wasn't fit for this
Running away was my cocoon
Soon my task one day in a sinister bloom was to kill my self
But as the moment just glommed
Theres a flicker of hope that caused me to choke
An atonement
For the moments sigh
A conversation aim at the sky in attempts to lean on ears of most high
Behind my tears all you could hear is why
Why me, why was I ever born
Once the whining was gone
I was encouraged to make a request
God if you there I want my dad back
Beating my chest
The silent response in the wind from the
West was no burning bush as it pushes out
The Hope That was left my seaside suicide simply simmering in a breath
Now my life becomes vague added was no restraint
If I couldn't kill what was already dead
I'll die to the feelings of wanting to live
In my path lay innocent girls an
Citizen pills petroleum to opium too
Needless to mention what needles would do
Did I mention the weed and the rape as a gateway
To my darkest escape
It doesn't get worse than the lies that lie in the dark-of our eyes
But I'm a surprise
And grateful for the Faithful-one who preached the Gospel to my Dad
While in prison Christ had risen Hope within him a testament to my beginning.