A time ago I lost my heart and soul to a man that turned cold. His knowledge is something of the dark this man has a caged up heart he lives off of misery, he holds a lot of mastery he goes down in history for all to read you could see a darken story if you look deep within his eyes, he is a man of lies. His energy holds power the strength that haunts you in your sleep and gives bad dreams that make you scream he abandons our love and made a big fuss about us. Then he left in a could of black rose dust he dropped his demands and commands to his puppet friends that truly don't have a life they live for the darkness. Old envy and jealousy are all they know while they stand in the cold with no life of their own hate and games to take down another soul many stories, songs, poems, and even movies have his name in it. His name is Dark Angel that is no exaggeration, not a dream but in true reality, he will never confess to his wrongs he will never own up to the pains he has given in all seasons. He has a beast that never sleeps. He is the king of his own darkness.