Wings of the darknesss

I use to sit high in the chair  up in the clouds,
Everything I worked for came,
All of the people that I loved gone,
My hopes shattered,
my hope flew out the window,
That chair I use to sit on is now crumbled,
I was thrown off,
Angered,
I ran off,
Planing to get you back,
Revenge is sweet when I hurt you,
to see your tears running down your face,
to see the pain flare in your eyes,
to see your body dying without me there,
I love this feeling,
To be the creater of this pain,
to be the creater of this agony,
hatred,
Everyone doesn't understand me,
they don't have too,
I just need to understand myself,
I don't know the light,
I hate the light,
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