*This is for one of my friends, Suzan.
I don't know why I chose this poem. Maybe it just tells a good story, and we both love good stories. Who knows? Maybe I'll write a best-seller based off this, in which case I'll be thanking you, because this poem is, after all, for you. <3 <3 you.
Possession
An ugly word in all its ugly glory
Control
Submission to a life of slavery
Power
A battle of will against will
These 3 words are all I am
All I will be
There is no diverging from my path
No other way
I crave power
Power to control
To control and possess others
You say I am lost
But there is no sanity like
The insanity obsession holds
My path is bloody
I will turn cold and hard
From all the pain I see
Because to state my hunger
I cannot feel more than a wicked glee
I will turn on those who trust me
I will terrify those who believe me
And I will slaughter those who love me
I will be ever hungry
The monster in me ever growing
And no one will ever stop me
I will be lost
To the ugly possession
The slavery of control
The battle of power
I will become my destiny
YOU ARE READING
Too Late: Vol. #2
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written and decided to publish. It's the second volume in the series, though it doesn't matter if you've read volume one or not. I'm not sure yet how many volumes I'll make. But this one, like the last, will have 2...
