Possession

I don’t know what it is that I’m feeling,

But I don’t like it.

It’s sadistic.

It’s making me turn against you.

Part of me is defying this wickedness,

Attempting to drive it away;

While the other portion is giving in,

Surrendering to its seductive dissolution.

There is a war going on inside of me.

This sinister aura which taints me

Is manipulating what I say and think.

What I wish I could verbalize

Is being transformed into something

I can’t form words around.

I try to think of how I can tell you,

With which words to use;

But all I can ponder about are

The bad things and images

Which the iniquity is forcing into my intellect.

All I can see in front of me

Are the very evils which my

Inner villain relishes upon.

It enjoys my struggling, my pain,

Laughs at all the piteous aspects of my being.

It fuels my sadness and rage with such ferocity,

What once was a tame brushfire or calm shower,

Turns into a sweltering inferno or perilous tempest.

What little control I have

Is decimating as it consumes me.

I’m fighting with all that I am,

But I’m beginning to perceive fright.

I don’t want to drown in this obscurity.

Light is my source of hope, of courage, of life

And sometimes it fades in and out.

So what do I do when that beam goes out?

How do I know I’ll ever see it again?

The infamous creature which looms inside me

Has a grave affect on my soul.

It has dealt me with a fatal wound.

I fear the darkness which invades my presence,

And thrives on my happiness.

If only you could save me from my solitude,

Maybe this night wouldn’t seem so endless.

I long to see and feel humanity as I once did.

Perhaps I will return once the war is over.

Come to me and reach forward;

Your hand will fall through mine.

I am gone with the wind.

All that’s left of me is a distant echo,

Drifting on the breeze.