Darkness' Spawn

He is gothic, darkness, violence barely contained.
He runs from himself.
His nightmares turn real.
He is in a wretched state.
He who feels pain in it's purest form, love in all it's anguish and fire in its eternity.
He is darkness unto himself.
A creature whose soul is as raw and bleeding as any physical wound.
He is cold and bereft.
He wants to die.
Fate will not allow it.
He is lost, never to be found.
He is innocence never to be regained.
He is destruction in a simple way.
He is the product of evil's inbreeding.
No one can help this dark angel.
More aptly, no one dares.
No one gives him a hand.
So he festers within.
Losing his fight.
Now and forever, Darkness' spawn.

A.J. Downey
12-09-1998