Unthinkable

In the darkenss of my mind,

in the corner you might find.

Hidding in the night, shrinking in his fright,

a little man about to fight.

How it grows the rage he know,

when it kills, it also builds.

and when it shows its monsterous face,

it shall devoure his entire race.

The Rage could'nt of cared,

as long as your scared.

If you think to run off to hide,

you might as well have died.

Because if thats what you so choose,

life has no chance, its gonna lose.

Hungry to hurt, it begins to lurk,

drying his eyes, he begins to rise.

He wont go down,m not like a clown,

Hes going to fight, with all his might.

The rage is strong with all its bron,

but the man is smarter, with the corage of a marter.

Which one dies?

Cant you see it in my eyes?

As the last one falls,

the darkness calls.

In the darkness of my mind,

in the corner you might find.

A little man about to fight......

.......or a monster thats grown in spite.