Thinking
Hell
Is a place were everyone fears
I don't know why
But it seems
That I do not fear Hell
Or death
Don't ask me why
I'm still wondering about that
Maybe
Just maybe it because
I am the child of Satan
I child of fire and hate
Or that is what I am suppose to be
But I was raised
A different way
Then my creator had wanted
I was raised in the light
By the man I call father
He never doubted
That I was a good man
Or what ever I am
I don't look like I man
I am stronger than a man
I cannot be burned by fire
But other than that
We are the same
Unless you count
My appearance
And because of that
I live the life of an outcast
I cannot be with the one I love
Out in public
For all to see
If I were to have children
What would they look like
Could I contemn them to my fate
I don't think that I would be able to stand it
But only time can tell
What the future holds
Snowtears/ Snowtears/ Snowtears/ Snowtears/Snowtears/Snowtears/Snowtears
Ok that was a poem about Hellboy. I hope you like it and yes I know the title is lame but nothing else came to mind. I don't know what else to say other than after you read this please review nicely and don't go all freaky on me.
Snow
