The Darkness had never been part of his Fears
Instead, he favored Lurking in the Dark
for it convents the Imperfection, self-pity long had brought Him.
in the dark everything seems - no everything is perfect.
He has Friends in the light thou,
but He knew what lies behind the Mask they wear.
In every laughter, in every Smile
he knew that they Hated him-
they Hated his very Existence.. .
They laughed at him about he was different,
but He laughed back at them because they are all the same
In the end, He was left alone in the Dark.
I wanted to help Him,
but he never shed a Tear every time he cuts his own wrist
I wanted to help, but i couldn’t
- i was too in the dark after all.. .
- Dax -
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