Obsucre

You lost a freedom in which we tend to obscure. To let the benine truth escape you, whilst you hide amongst the ancient trees in the deepest, darkest, forest of the world. Concealing yourself in a tomb like state. You'd rather let time pass you by, then reach up and grasp the day, and live for what is to come, not what is coming now. Don't you get it? It is fair to feel so cold, when the sun radiates a light so hot. It is fine to know fear, when all others travel forward with smiles on their faces. It is how you were formed. It is how you shall grow stronger. It is how you will move forward...

To fend off the demons you thought you had locked away, in the dark, narrow hole in your bleeding heart. They'll eat their way out, you should know that. The demon's tooth is a brutal weapon. One which we can not harness. Your blood is the fuel of the darkness. Your blood is the potion of love for the evil. Don't give your soul to the over lord. He'll toy with your mind, impaling your thoughts and notions. Restraining your every movement. Devouring you, one cell at a time.

You lost a freedom in which we tend to obscure. and because of that, you'll grow stronger...

[Just a random poem that lept from my mind and filtered itself through my fingers... Hope it makes sense, though I don't really care if you don't understand... no one does]