The Darkness

The Darkness is coming for me.
I'm so mad and terrified; filled with hate.
The Darkness wants to kill, for she
is the result of wicked fate.
God, all-mighty, commands,
but nobody listened,
FOR I STILL ENDED UP IN HER HANDS!!!
The Darkness chased away the angels protecting,
givning you a child defected.
The Darkness can't fullfill her need;
The Darkness must hurt.
My crying eyes bleed
and she fills them with dirt.
The Darkness hits;
The Darkness calls me names;
goes into random fits.
It's always the same.
Light comes to fight The Darkness,
but it never stays long.
Who knew so many were heartless?
What did I do so wrong?
I struggle to breathe
as The Darkness pulls me down.
Fighting, I continue to sink.
Starting to drown.
The Darkness destroys the sun;
her little game was fun.
And she's won.
Because I was saved by no one.

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