The Inner Darkness fights winith the soul,

Trying to convince the child to heed the bell’s toll.

“Nobody really loves you,” the daemon claims,

As the child’s convictions weaken to his evil aims.

Sensing the child’s soul is almost in his hands,

The evil spirit slowly states his dark commands:

“Go to your father’s room and get the key from the bowl,

Unlock the drawer and use the gun; only death shall make you whole.”

As the adolescent slowly marches to his final dirge,

The devil says, “your life is a poison, the venom you must purge.”

Now the youngster has the gun in his hands, contemplating his fate,

Thinking, “Nobody loves me, the only emotion I’m given is hate.”

The child is ready to give himself to the depths of despair,

Proclaiming triumphantly, “When I am gone, then they will care.”

His hands shake as he raises the gun to his head.

All alone in the dark, sitting on his father’s bed.

But then he sees the picture of mother, sister, father and son,

On a Sunday picnic laughing and singing songs for fun.

“They do love me, they always have,” the child says, rid of his past strife.

And now proclaims, “Darkness be damned, I embrace this life!”