It's always there
lurking in the deep
confined to the dark
locked up
walled up
in the depths
that I dare not venture
It yells out
tries to be heard
all I hear is
a faint whisper
when it was
off its leash
crimson was its favorite color
when it was free
it liked to hunt
when it could influence
we planned dark things
now it screams
wanting company once more
it is stuck
trapped
in the void
it hasn't much hope
it's voice falls on deaf ears
but it knows
that life is full
of troubles
it waits
for life to become hard
for me to give up
and unlock the door
tear down the walls
and let it soak in the sun
once more
it never looses hope
but I know
I have strength
and support
that dark wicked thing
will never be free once more
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