i was once a child,
who hated being a kid,
my formative years,
a time to mold my hate,
ire, anger, sorrow and
darkness.
i may not be evil,
but these clouds they
surround me,
people say i'm dangerous.
they'll never understand,
how a man lives
with a dark past that haunts him.
from the dark sides,
an angel fallen from heaven
now lurks in the dark
and sings a cold ballad.
i am now your nightmare.
© 2007, [soulprojekt]
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