DeathSnake180

Slowly stepping, past the day Plagued in darkness, I will stay For good and evil battling within the perdition land Creeping past the scorched floor Missing bliss found nevermore Defiant, against our Father and Lord I will stand Seeing insanities continuing spite Its hands, pulling me from the light Under only evils plight, and unbreakable command Grinning softly in my presents Brings forth a darkened essence To only such my adolescence can withstand With its long and fickle fingers Sharpened tips, gently lingers Upon my frail fragile figure, the darkness spans With be it such an evil way To not see the light of day For only he to stay unde