Darkness over powering,
as I sit here all alone...

I dont know what to say,
I dont know what to do...

Days so long and nights so cold,
without you i will be blue...

Anger rage flow through our bodies,
fighting and arguing all the time...

Grandpa you left so many,
yet you still live within us all...

NOTE: This is a poem that I wrote my grandpa David...
I dont know about anyone else...

Everyday a new mark appears
when your forced in a house of demons...

This dark house
really unknow...

Creeping up from behind
no one to see it...

Falling with every bit of me
never did i see me...

I cant thank u enough
no matter wat anyone says...

All so caring,
so fast to help...