The darkness I can't see

/I’m sorry that I’ve done this the blood is on my hands stare through my reflection to gaze at what I am. A monster in a cage a creature in the dark, a demon came to me and most surely left his mark. A mark of rage that’s burning in my heart a weakness that controls me and I don’t do my part. The language that I use is just barely a start, to explain the feelings that are breaking me free. Howling at the moon moving from the assembly line is just what ill have to do get out of time and play a different tune.

Reviews

[JamesTleBourn]

Dude.... by an 8th grader?? I like your unique style and formatting, not to forget the themes- I am very impressed. I remember vividly what it was like to be an 8th grader: all I can say is keep on writing! The only way you get better at it is to keep going! Don't ever stop, Bruce.

James