I am forgotten left in the corner obsessing over your writing thinking i'm him but i'm not just dead in your eyes

Darkness lives and thrives in me i'm left alone,dead,draned from all the love i once had now all that i have is a death wish with the Reaper

I live for the dark the cold gust of wind going up my spine giveing the chils the fear that someone could blindside me in the shadows at least someone knows im alive.