Hide me in the dark and don't you dare cut on a light.
Now you can see my soul which lies in darkness ,just like night.
Like a wolf, I howl at the moon ,but I am not trying to scare.
Love me or hate me I don't care.
Soaked in blood I survived in a ocean filled with sharks.
I have been abused physically and mentally to the grave I will always have these marks.
What matters is what I choose to be now,I am still me after the glass shatters.
In the mirror it is so hard to look.
To much pain to the heart I took.
Besides being Da KinG and love, my poetry tells my deep darkest confessions.
For many years I have been lost without directions.
They say there is a light at the end of the tunnel,
all I see is darkness
why does it take so long to get there?
My love is different from what people are showing ,so maybe love is not here.
If you swallow my words you will choke or drown.
Poetry is my therapist when I feel down.
The whole world would be blind if every time they lied ,a needle was put into their eye.
The reason we go insane people don't bother to care about why.
The truth is the light never came.
As for the darkness ,well it remained.