Pain.
Blood.
Hurt.
Saddness.
Everything that makes a hero a hero.
He fights for someone he loves.
He fights for the ones that he hung out with.
He would die for them.
He cries out in pain as the darkness comes for him...
The darkness craves for crizmon tears
For the death of those who made him like this
He fights for everyone, for everything, for his death.
Stop the ones who attack him... stop the ones who attack his friends.
The sad calls from when he was left in the prison
The blood from his lastest battle
Dark Eco
Dark as night...
Dark as sin...
Dark as death...
Dark as their soul less eyes...
Dark just like his nightmares...
Dark as his body...
He fears the darkness...
but yet...
embraces it for his friends and the world...
and yet...
after he saved them..
from blood...
from death...
from saddness
from tears...
from the darken days of their lives...
they say...
"Get out!
"Leave!
"You never were a friend of mine!
The darkness controls him... and his world...
If he ever wants to get out alive... he has to run for his life...
but you can never escape the darkness of this world... so he'll never get out alive...
A/N--- i wrote when i was really angry at my dad, he was being a jerk and really "mean" to me and my family so i won't this for me but later gave it to my mom and we got away from him... this poem helped me through alot and i hope it helps you...
xoxoParadise Eco