Corey Threet - Darkness (c) 1-6-10

Darkness all that he was accustomed to
In his mind he turned to a maniac from cussin blue
He screamed help help help
Believin sayin it three times would make it holy
His ugliness left his self esteem low
And the fantasies built only made his dreams grow
Anxiety left him neglected and behind
Our Father prayer was from his grandparents memories
He knew tough love was what he suffered
But this would make the Hulk cower
Made to know it’ll get better
The shadows reminded age was merely a document of his inception
If only long ago he could’ve knew this
The winters as cold as his heart
He knew morality was required
But woke up masturbatin in a bed with demons
He cried for his father and the resurrection of his Grandmother
But it wouldn’t come yet
Still in the darkness his Viruses was the only thing he could relate to
Because just like him they’d die soon
If only someone would listen to him instead of frownin faces
The thought of a love that hatred and despair it misplaces
Through the means of destruction would be the catalyst of his demise
But like an action figure,
He’d just have to sit and wait

Corey Threet

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