There are many fears they eat us alive,
not many people belive they will survive.
thier fears hug them a place they know well,
to them it normal to you it would be hell.
a place they grow thriving on darkness,
a place filled with starkness.
a place so bad so rotten and fowl,
untill you see it you thought it wasn't hell.
a place well knowen to people like me,
a place you know you can never be free.
to heven or hell,
you know it to well.
cant handel the light,
for its to bright.
a place called home,
where its hard to roam.
