He lurks in the
Shadows,
This teenage
Boy whose long dark
Hair
Hides his face,
And he waits.
He wishes yet
Again that
He was
Not Pain,
Not darkness
But strength,
Light.
He hates the
Pain he
Causes,
And his pain seeps
Into the shadows,
Surrounding him
Until it consumes all
Who come near.
He always hated it,
And tried to look
On the bright side.
He was not
Death,
He was not
Misery,
And he watched
Others,
Those he had hurt,
And they always
were better soon…
Weren’t they?
Pain
