Dark Man: Oh so Cold

  I engorge myself in useless things to hide the fear I hold so near.  
 I grasp so tight things to help me fight  
Yet once they've gone I'm left with torture and pain,  
I lay alone; rivers flowing from my these holes we call eyes,  
Closing them now I see the utter darkness which has grown so cold,  
Bowing my head I now sit on my knees,  
 A person approaching from behind; a bone chilling touch lays upon my shoulder,  
An eery feel I look to see,  
Who on earth he could be.  
This man is devilish a cold dark soul.  
The grin he shows is made of stone.  
This man is my fear greater than all.  
This man is loneliness and he will never let go...