There once was a boy,
Who felt so insecure,
Who felt he had nothing,
That there was no cure.
No cure for this pain,
This hate and dislike,
And the anger drove him,
Sharp and quick like the end of a pike.
His tongue was first,
It formed phrases of hate,
That yelled and hurt,
Those who had control of his fate.
Although little,
The anger was strong,
It consumed him inside and out,
Told him everything was wrong.
He let it envolop him,
Let it eat him alive,
And as it did so,
He started to thrive.
This darkness that took him,
Drew him in to its permanent book,
No colors were used,
Just the black ink on the end of the hook.
As it consumed him,
Ripped him to bits,
Ate out his other half,
Told him he would never fit.
It lay there alone,
Coming out when he called,
When he was full of and anger,
And it began the mental maul...
Signifance found in him through this,
Worth and spite for and from those he hurt,
Gave him a feeling of power,
Consumed him as the other half knelt in the dirt.
He felt that this was useful,
He liked how he felt,
The dark soul inside of him,
Made the light one melt.
And as it dissolved,
Almost to zilch, zero, none,
This feeling of power and hurt,
Just made things more reasonable and fun.
But then he began to find acceptance,
Without reason or rhyme,
This confused the boy so,
As he sat and thought for the longest time.
He began to believe,
Why must I hurt?,
Why must I hurt others,
And the light one slowly rose from the dirt.
He didn't need the dark,
Yet the power he liked,
He wanted to ascertain all knowlegdge there,
But it wouldn't let him out of spite.
It stayed within him,
For he said that if stayed he would use,
The power and hurt that it gave,
But he thought he could refuse.
He thought he could outsmart,
That other inside,
How could i lose to such a petty thing,
That i don't even need within to confide.
But as we all know,
You can't win when you have lost,
It had had him for so long,
He had already paid the cost.
For it was a permanent part,
Of him unitl the day he died,
For his choice of anger and absurdity,
Never gone he would have to hide.
But try as he might,
This thing that gave fear and happiness and glee,
This thing that gave power,
Would always be a part of he.
It was his judgement,
His dark side of souls,
This evil thing who did not fear fear,
This thing that sinned and paid the ultimate toll.
I am a reject,
And i will try my best,
But until he is gone,
I will forever have this seal, this evil coniving crest.
Just know that that boy,
That thing so full of hate,
Found the thing that brought that lighter side out when thought gone,
He found his peace, his fallen angel, his perfect soul mate.
I am sorry he is there,
But he is my half,
He has been with me since forever,
And does not cry or laugh.
He feeds on wanting all,
And tricks into thinking i can,
But that overzealous thing,
Will never become a man.
Just know if i bring hurt,
To you or a friend,
It may be me or it might be him,
But i think you will know then.