A boy, who's life is dark, A painfull wish, of shadowy figures Oh shadows he roam, alone and cold where the sun, is on the other side. He lives in a home, where no one has shown the daylight of the sun, And hasnt shone its bright fire He wishes, for a love, He has none. lonely, cold, and sad, he dreams of a love. His dark wish, is his only warmth. His nightly heart, is slowly beating His soul, hidden among a dim eyes Who's content, lies within a overcast of deceit. Hopes for a comfort, a merit. only too be shuned out, by reality. Discontent, he drifts of deadly quiet thoughts of suicide. A blacken'd hope, he has nothing to hold on to. A wish for a warmth, a light in his obsecure self. He quitely cry's at night,hoping a bright light, will carry him along, with just one kiss. This shining will, he cannot have. A gloomy past, a dreary thought. inept to continute, he's pulsing heart, goes to faint, weak beat. cold, he surrenders his life, and devotes itself, to the Darkness, where his light, is consumed. Death stands before him, a overcasted on him, cold as he is, a warm light, drips from his heart, to the ground. He smiles, and takes a lasting big breath, and slowly slumbers into a blackend benumbed rest. please R+R , im abit rusty on writing these, and had a hard time writing this one. please, any suggestion welcome'd