Afraid
This one. Well, definitely came from an interesting place. A dark place. A depressing place. But as a writer, I must write stuff like that. 'Cause that's what makes us human. Me and you, the one reading this. Anyways. Oh to the content.
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Afraid
The devil takes hold of his mind.
He's suffering from a heavy burden.
His mind filled with thoughts that disturb the silence.
He walks the path of dispare.
And he's afraid.
Afraid of what he'll become.
Afraid of what he'll do.
Afraid of the helping hand.
Afraid of himself.
He comes undone.
The sands of sanity falls from his hands.
The poison rains fall on him.
The tainted blood on his hands.
It scares him away from the crowd.
Isolates himself to protect the one he loves.
The burden he bares, is too heavy from him.
To heavy for him to face alone.
To face alone.
And he's afraid.
Afraid of what he'll become.
Afraid of what he'll do.
Afraid of the helping hand.
Afraid of himself.
He pushes people away.
He hurts his already broken heart.
He's shattered and torn.
He's shattered and torn.
Afraid of the monster that he'll become.
Afraid of the night of blood and dispare.
Afraid of the walls closing in on him.
Afraid of the days with no light.
He wants to take the knife.
And lunge it inside of the ones he hates.
He's gone wild.
He's gone wold.
Yet, he's afraid.
And he's afraid.
Afraid of what he'll become.
Afraid of what he'll do.
Afraid of the helping hand.
Afraid of himself.
And he's afraid.
Afraid of what he'll become.
Afraid of what he'll do.
Afraid of the helping hand.
Afraid of himself.
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