Lost In Darkness.
The shadows,
They bent to his whim.
They serviced him.
They bowed to him.
They praised him.
He loved it all.
The feeling of an overwhelming power.
He loved the sense of death.
The sense that with a swipe of his sword,
A soul would be sucked into a hell.
A soul that would burn within red sins.
A soul that would cry out in vain for forgiveness.
But all he would do, was
Smile.
A deadly action.
It was rare,
Uncommon,
But brought upon by evil.
His mouth,
Cast down in a permanent smirk.
It was full of hate,
Ignorance,
Emptiness.
That's how he described it.
A bottomless pit of
Nothing.
He had no heart.
He had no spirit.
He was empty.
Just like everything else, in his
Life.
A word that had no meaning to him.
He was surrounded by death.
It was a blanket, wrapping around him,
Tightly.
Death liked playing games.
Games, that it would win.
Death won more people than fair.
His mother.
His sister.
Him.
But death refused to enter his corner of darkness.
It refused to take his
Happiness.
What happiness?
There was only hollowness.
His chest made up of glass.
It was fragile.
A vase that had tipped over, but put back together again.
A boy who was lost.
No one able to reach him.
No able to grasp his
Essence.
He would ask,
What is his meaning?
Why was he still roaming the grounds of the living, when he wanted to be one of the dead?
Occasions, a knife would be placed.
The blood spilling was his
Hurt.
It was his PAIN.
It was his HORROR.
It was his SORROW.
The liquid of a toy.
It would spread over his hands,
Infecting his face,
Marking his clothes.
The many cuts, bruises, slices.
It would only deeper drown him.
The depression.
It was a vast ocean of,
Mixed Emotions.
Guilt.
Sorrow.
Hate.
Ignorance.
Horror.
Power.
They all moved in sync.
They twisted,
Turned,
Shaped him.
In the ocean, waves would crash into his isolation.
They would rock him back and forth.
It would grab hold onto his leg…
Pulling him deeper into its depths.
Screams.
His lungs would fill with its poison water.
As he tried to cry for help.
Clawing, scratching, biting,
His demons held him under.
Silence would fill his once open world.
His empty silence.
His screams were loud, ringing out in his head.
But he was the only one that could hear them.
He's the only one that can hear his gods forsaken pleas of help.
He wanders the streets of depression at night.
He allows the shadows upon him.
He stares into the starry night, hoping its light would shine on him.
Ink stained tear leaks out of his eye,
And he knows, he is Lost In Darkness.
Guess whom I'm talking about. This is a title of a bands song. If you can guess what band it is.. I will give you credit and a cookie. Heehee.
I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON.
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