Beyond this world
there's a happy place that makes people happy
nothing goes worng in this happy place
but I hate ruin this lovely with poem with such happiness
the world we know is dark and cruel
people hidding in every little crevest to
feed upon the innocent who wander the streets alone
death is all that we know
happiness unfortuantly is not known.
fear is something but only a great desire of most that live in those little cracks
who feed on the on the fear that is thrust upon them
