A darkness that lingers on
As the newly found dusk is taken on
A silence that is hard to disturb
Only broken by the call of a beast
And the last dieing scream of its prey his delightful feast
Now unable to live with himself
He locks himself in his room
Plays with a knife
and Makes a few cuts
Trying to forget the memorys that he has of you
Day and months that sink into the years
All he can do now is live in his fears
Was it fun to break him?
Did you even care?
Somehow in the end he at least he knew that you would never be there