I never told myself to be this way. I just was. I don't decide what I do, something else does. It makes me do terrible things, things that would give you nightmares. It's something, something no one can see, no one can hear, no one can even think of. No, it's not a something, it's a someone. I used to be my own person, maybe years ago, maybe only yesterday. It doesn't matter, I've been taken, I'm now someone's toy. Someone's puppet. I don't remember how t happened. In fact I don't remember any time when I was not controlled. I get thoughts that no one can hear, I see pictures, memories, that no one will share. I'm a demon. I'm a spirit. I'm only a shell for the minds that have no where to go. Right now, someone's thought are becoming mine, I am acting upon them. I do the things no one will do. Only think of doing. Someone is controlling me. And that someone, is you. All your terrible thoughts, become mine. All the actions, that you have planned out, but never completed, I have. I am your demon. I'm what happens when you have nightmares. I am you.
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Poetry And Broken Lines
PoetryThis book does not get updates frequently. It is for my own personal use, and I warn those who read this. This is a book of poems, story ideas, and other writings. Enjoy!
