Alone In the dark,
Unloved on a chair,
Sitting and crying,
But why would you care?
Why would it matter
Who's sitting there,
Praying for death,
Lost in despair?

Lived by the sword,
Died by yours.
His to defend,
Yours to destroy.
His to comfort,
Your's to annoy.
He needed love,
You wanted a toy.

He found a corner,
A good place to cry,
It was dark and damp,
A good place to reside.
He wacthes as the last threads of insanity
Wander on by.
Here and alone.
A good place to die.






 
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