I believe in evil,
I believe there is a black,
And a white, and a dappled grey,
I believe that underneath the light in you, there is a darkness,
Something locked away with key on key
And never taken out,
I believe that somewhere there your soul is held in doubt, and muffled screams and tortured cries of demons locked away, by omens and angelic smiles,
And care and sympathy.
I know there is anger,
I hope you no pain,
I fear that the scars run too deep to control,
And that no sun shall block them out,
No light shall ever enter,
And darkness finds no doubt
