Darkness all that he was accustomed to br In his mind he turned to a maniac from cussin blue br He screamed help help help br Believin sayin it three times would make it holy br His ugliness left his self esteem low br And the fantasies built only made his dreams grow br Anxiety left him neglected and behind br Our Father prayer was from his grandparents memories br He knew tough love was what he suffered br But this would make the Hulk cower br Made to know it’ll get better br The shadows reminded age was merely a document of his inception br If only long ago he could’ve knew this br The winters as cold as his heart br He knew morality was required br But woke up masturbatin in a bed with demons br He cried for his father and the resurrection of his Grandmother br But it wouldn’t come yet br Still in the darkness his Viruses was the only thing he could relate to br Because just like him they’d die soon br If only someone would listen to him instead of frownin faces br The thought of a love that hatred and despair it misplaces br Through the means of destruction would be the catalyst of his demise br But like an action figure, br He’d just have to sit and waitbr br Corey Threetbr br