Misery makes the heart black

so more of my gothic poetry..

As comes the dark,always fearing the light.
The Children of darkness would say.Its not about the pray.But the world through the
eye's of a child is always the most breath taking slender.
Even when a child locked away in a closet or basement.Always straving,never being
fed enough.Nuthing but skin and bone,looking into those eye's and seeing all the
forgiveness of what done to him/her.always forgetting the past,just scars to remember them by.
Its for you to decide for yourself if you could forgive all that was done to you..