So many hands
Held me and helped me
But one pair
Was their for me

They held on as I cried
As I lied to myself
They comforted me and accepted me

These hands
Never spoke harsh words

These hands of darkness
Are my savior
Darkness is my home, my place to escape reality
These hands open up to me

Can you hear it?
Tap.tap.tap
Can u feel it?
Huh
Huh
Huh
The breath of the one....

Knock knock
It's at the door
Leave it shut
Or if it comes in
Darkness shall take over

Don't let it in
Don't

"Why?"
You are food
You can't escape
There is no escape from the darkness

It resides in the place; where as children we fear the most,
Darkness
He despises the light, for he can not touch it
As I lay under the sheets
He lurks in the shadows
Watching my every movement
He means no harm
At least he tells me

The thing, this creature,the monster
I do not fear him for he
Is
My friend
With white sharp teeth that glisten in the moonlight
With blood red eyes
His skin so black as darkness in
Which he conceals himself
He speaks the tales of himself
Of people who fear him

He wishes to belong
No he wants to be seen
But living in darkness is what people fears the most
But not me

My nightmares
Consist of nothing, but
death
Repeating everlasting terror
But
Altered scenarios.
Unspeakable words
Like pins tearing away your mind
As you try to speak.

As it ends with death
Yet to be awaken by death.
An unfavable repetition
Of thy end
By thy loves
Which includes
My sincere loneliness
Has been left affront.

Although my nightmares are my fears
My reality is far more worse.

They tell me to stand
I do nothing but fall
They tell me eat
I do nothing but starve
They tell me to be me
I can't when altering is what I can only do
They tell me to be free
I do nothing but obey
Obey their laws
For it is life

We do the opposite of what they say
By the pictures they show
And what they desire
For we follow the hypocrite society
For we must obey
Blindly
To fit

For we are their pawns
For their entertainment

Love  is like a thorny rose,
the fragrance will Create a smile and seem perfect
but the thorns will only cease to **** your hands and bleed,
but even tho the pain is In durable
we still grasp It tightly
to never let go the  beautiful sensation.
And leave us blind of the full pain
It created.

Demon, is disgusting,
Of the evil that is created with
Bringing only misfortune
Even if a glimpse of joy appears
It kills it.

Grasping the hatred and tears
It survives
Giving hated emotions
For free

I am a demon
This is the disgusting truth
After all