This sense of birth

This sense of joy

This sense of pure hate

Holding your hand

Hopeful anticipation

But cold, cold, cold

Hands no longer soft

Eyes no longer shining

My life without your touch

Someone has stolen you

Rage

Anger

Fury

Revenge is what I seek

Feeling livid

Growing hard

Ignoring all light

I lie in wait

Building my strength

Mourning my inspiration

Jolly, he arrives

Boisterous as always

Zeal in his step

Pity it was him

This lively boy

This hyper boy

This poor, poor optimistic boy

His adoration aimed toward me

My knife aimed toward him

Acting calm

Feigning serenity

I stroll to my energetic friend

Thrilled, he runs

Amused, I smile

His enthusiasm rolls of in waves

My triumph is tucked away

Finally composed

He presents a colorful team

Such zest in his starter

A dragon type filled with power

A placid, beautiful flyer

And a tired, hungry normal type

A content four legged beast

And a graceful creature of water

What a noble group

Dealing with a corrupt trainer

Forced into submission

I pretend to be glad

I act very tranquil

As if I share his bliss

As if I am fine

His question strikes

And I reply in delight

Pleased, he sends out his starter

Satisfied, I release mine

Overwhelmed by my strength

He falls, defeated

Acceptance in his face

I take his worship

Secretly full of disgust

Embarrassment strikes him

As he sense my agitation

His humiliation quickly flees

As he notices the weapon reflect

Takes in my grim, pessimistic face

Horror dawns on him

But my obsession has already won

His infatuation

His love

Have been greeted by death

I expect relief

Not goosebumps

Not remorse

Not tears

The duty fulfilled

And shame, shame, shame overtakes me

Depressed Pokémon lost a companion

Grasping for an explanation, a reason why

I am hit with stress

I glance at his body, confused

I feel like I have done something

Wrecked my life, perhaps

Then I look down on that tender face, that boyish face

Once full of affection

Now empty

I realize my crazy, crazy lust

I thought, I thought coping with death

Meant worthless murder

I've lost my pride

I am broken

Abused by my own hand

Utter neglect towards life

I have degraded myself

Exhaustion settles in my bones

And I am thankful, relieved for the distraction

I deserve no sympathy

Only loneliness, only pain

But my longing results in my downfall

My bloody, horrific rebirth