itsapainfulworld

Darkness born from sorrow turned rage A heartless entity, A nigh eternal phage. To prevent this reign it's Immortal life Must end by a brother's Most trusted Scythe.

My Wall keeps changing Sometimes it's Camo, I'm just not there, Sometimes it's the Stone Wall that says stay away And sometimes its a Fake Town surrounding the Base, Inviting others in to something else enjoyable, To hide the Truth. Sometimes people get past the Camo, And find a way to convince the Guard to let them by the Wall, But few seem to find the door in the back of the Pub, In that fake Town. Some seem to get to know me, The Social me. Rarely does anyone find the Real me, The Battered and Beaten me. You are One of Them, One of Few. And although you are someone Else's, I thank you for finding me, And lending an Ear, As I have don