Steps quiet, cloaked in black,
the night embraces me.
A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear,
I quiver with anticipation.
A shrill scream, the chase is on,
But my prey doesn't get far.
My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly,
MEEEEOOOWWWW.
With the mouse in my grasp,
I stalk into the night.

When summers wind blows away winters frozen fingers,
Away, away I fly.
Back to my home where my life began,
Away, away I fly.
All the while my heart pangs for you,
Away, away I fly.
I look forward to coming back home to you,
As away, away I fly

Anger is like fire,
Capable of burning and destroying all in its path.
It can be bottled,
And it's flames will grow cold.
Bottled anger can shatter,
Often hurting it's holder more than it's target.

You, who ignores his own kids.
You, who exudes hate like the sun gives out light.
You, their father, you who has made that title empty.
You, you who don't give us the respect and love we deserve,
You who violently ignore the fact that you have lost ours,
You who was once someone worth a damb,
Who is now nothing more than a fat pig.
You who has closed his eyes, ears, and heart to your entire family.
You who wouldn't even care, not even at my funeral.
You who abandoned me.
You, who finally deserves the title of my father.
Like my first father, the one who created me,
You don't care for me or my kin, we are invisible in your eyes.
You like my second father, who hates me and would love for me to stop existing.
You, who now inherits the accursed title,
You, my father.

When a flower blooms in the sun,
It will grow with beauty and joy,
Living a short and merry life.
But when a flower blooms in the dark,
It grows in a twisted and tormented shape,
It's pain and anger digging its roots deep,
And it's life will last ages.
Our children are our flowers,
And we must bring them the sun.
Even though my sun was abandoned for another blossom,
I still remember its loving energy.
I have a new sun now,
Brighter and warmer than my last.
I'm still in the dark,
But the light beacons me with the approaching day.
Soon it's my turn to bring the light on my own garden,
But first I must weather the night.

Rage in the form of an icy flame,
Sorrow flowing in burning tears.
Love in the shape of a impenetrable shield,
Abandonment in the blackest void.
A warm light shines happiness,
A dreary rain pours depression.
A winding tornado of confusion,
A still pool of serenity.