Raised hell myself

I'm not the best poet but check out my page and
See what you think about my poems.

Bring the darkness with in me.
Throw your numbers to 1, 2, 3.
You won't take me I disbelieve.
Run if you want, hide if you will.
But In the end,you'll be my final kill.
I won't, wont leave till your dead.
After this kid you'll go to bed.
I won't let love get in my way!
Ill make all of you pay.
I won't let go of this day.
Forget the night.
I'm staying for the fight.
Disappear with the mask you made.
My eyes are wide open now.
I can see through your sick charade.
If you, don't know what I'm fighting for!
Then I, wont follow anymore!
Just another sick charade.
I am Jacob Ramon Juarez.
Credit to the black letter.