There in a city of darkness

where darkness never yields,

There in that city lies a

monster holding many years,

Those years full of vengeance

for those that should fear but

don’t,

Those eye rolling situations

where some children will

cower, but the majority won’t,

Then set in motion a looping

never stop,

Then a relentless, antsy, calm

and the ticking of a clock,

He mourns over none to

strike fear in, loudly above the

_tick tock tick tock_,

He sleeps with eyes open, and

a heartless chest, as stiff as a

rock,

Many inquiries come to mind

of he who shall not be named,

Many thoughts of why and how

their emotions remain so tame,

They know there are dangers,

yet to not see him as so,

They walk by that creaking

mansion, without casting

glances as they go,

And he hears them, boy does

he want to make himself clear,

And he watches with white eyes

as they pass his home with not

the slightest ounce of fear,

Fear feeds him, and perhaps that

is why they’ve learned to be so

good at avoiding it all together?

Fear, however, is only a wink away,

held in line by a thin tether,

Maybe he just tells himself such

notions, though, to make

himself feel better?

It’s lonely being alone, as one

well knows,

It’s the reason he chases fear

so much, why he wishes it

would grow,

The lack of any emotion

whatsoever leaves him empty,

The reason he craves fear so

much is because he craves to

feel, and fear makes him feel

something, though less than

friendly,

Let the very thing they turn

their backs to, be their downfall,

Let him live his lifeless existence

following his call,

To strike fear into eyes to feel,

To feel something, anything

that is the closest thing to

living, to real,

A creature with no heart is

less than warm,

A thing with no love, no

emotions, other than fear,

of any form,

Imagine living with no heart,

imagine, that way, being born?