Things come and change

The Darkness will comfort you

Do not fret

Do not cry

All you have to do is call one guy.

Speak of the Devil,

And the Devil shall appear.

He seems so tall right down here.

He will call you

He will hug you

He will definitely accept you, but

Do not let him manipulate you.

His room will be your haven

Dark and Gloomy

His world would rule,

If you let him

Thorns wrap around his bed

Thinking they could puncture his head

Full of poison

Laying dead.