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the darkness comforts me giving
relief from all the prying eyes
that look on in distrust
at the nocturnal beast i've become

I stare indifferently without remorse
at an aging reflection in the mirror
looking at the scars that were formed
by the unrestrained feelings of anger

memories of old with their own date's an time
a constant an deceptive reminder of the pain
that can never be forgotten nor ever truly forgiven

my heart was sold out for a handful of silver coins
by the ones I loved the most an the slaver's of souls

outcast'ed I've become , my soul shaken
my words mistaken , my reasons rejected
my screaming's suppressed

told by the many , people such as I shouldn't exist
the funny thing is , they think I give a shit

stick's an stones will break bone's
an word's will cut as deep as a knife
but for these people I refuse to Die

~ D Donner ~