Life, just what is it exactly?
Something to be taken when you no longer require?
Something you're allowed to keep in your greatest pain?
Something to be stolen in your greatest hour?
It was never taken for me
No matter how much I pushed it away, tried to hide
It came back like an eager dog.
This… being poured salt in my wounds
Laughed at my misery
Plotted against my feeble joys
Twisting my own memories to suit its sick pleasure.
To it, the world is black and white
It is the superior
The higher being
The strong
While I am no more than an opposite
Beneath
Lowest
Pathetic
I am just a vessel for it
Yet I cannot shatter
Or break
Release
Not until it commands.
It burns me
Shouts at me
Deprives me
Steals my energy
Simply because it can
It waits
As a hunter
Prowling across my body
Squealing in lost ecstasy as my blood is drawn
Forces my claws to run deeper
Trail across fur
Leaving nowhere untainted
And commands only to stop when it is sated.
This is the life that commands thee
That I am forced to cling to my body
Chikarma's own
Mine
Till the day I perish