He was scared to face the world alone on his own
Mistreated often, so he had thoughts of putting his life to ends
Mentally he was abandoned by the imaginary family he had
They left because they were tired of his sentimental feelings
His real family died a few years back and he was left with nothing
Sorrow chased him and caught up to him everywhere he went
He made imaginary people to keep sane
His life was a story, he was the writer
His life was a movie, he was the director
His life was a government, he was the dictator
His anger grew out towards the world
Emptiness filled his mind
Many years of suffering built up
He was at the tip of the cliff, his toes at the edge
Known for a fucking faggot
Loved writing and imagining scenarios
Imagined a dark world, where he ruled it
Many books written on it in his mind
People dying, babies burning, glory to him
Known as the Antichrist
Gods child, Lucifers puppet