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The Real Darkness (@rhythmicme)

The Real Darkness

Everyday I run to the corner of the room under the table

 I sit my knees high enough to cover my face, I'm able

 To sit like that and cry until I'm assured I'm alone and stable

 Corny SOB,

 a thin prick,

 stick,

 a misfit,

 are the tags labelled 

 On my forehead with a god damn paper 

 I'm scared to turn the lights on. 

I dont wanna be spotted 

 I go outta the house and 

feel the sky is falling, 

on my hot head 

 I fell like I must drop dead, 

I close my eyes and see darkness 

 One day I pick up a knife from a freaking garbage

 Take out the sausage stuck on the knife, 

catch it from bottom edge

 Enter the house 

and watch the drunken beast with a woman 

 I jump to stab 

my stepdad 

who always had an ill omen 

 I push the knife through his knees, 

while my mother shouts 

 And spurts tears 

increasing my fears, 

but I had no doubtI missed my chance 

and then i knew he will advance 

 And take a stance 

and I'll be crushed like sand 

 "Oh your attacking me son I'll be damned" 

 His reactions when he understood my plan 

 Caught my neck, 

choked until the eyes shut 

 Mother interferes he leaves me 

and pushes her back but 

 He is unable to withstand that pain and blood 

 He pulled the knife out and grabbed a T-shirt 

 Wrapped it on the wound and 

blood stops pouring 

 Then he showed his hardcore thing 

 Grabbed my hair and then bang 

 Well i guess that was the punishment 

 I didnt sleep the whole night 

 It was hurting me as if an army knife 

 I understood how evilness felt, 

and I loved it

 I grew up and felt like dark knight

 on dark night

 engulfed in 

 The chains of joker 

and I accept it 

 Im not a vicious murderer infesting 

 On your blood, 

I got the Dracula blessing 

 Im vicious, 

immoral, 

and I made a confession 

 I'm a cannibal 

in a carnival 

I keep humans in concussion

 Drink blood then 

and when they wake up, 

see my fun and passion 

 Im a devil with dark thoughts 

with quick reflexes 

and reactions 

 Ima bury you alive 

without a catafalque 

and news flashes on thyblackman 

 Theme challenge #4The real darkness.