the darkness

for all you children with lives hard to cope
when ever comes pain there'll always come hope
with hearts filled with horror, hearts filled with freight
at the end of the tunnel  there'll always be light
the Darkness feeds upon your deepest fear
I write this poem for all to hear
prepare yourself, for the truth is spread
the pain is made from the thoughts in your head
the dark corners of your soul make up your own hell
for we speak our own thoughts, we build our own cell
so I say this farewell, please comment upon thee
my ending words: Bless and Blessed Be!