Thrill of the Ride (Anakin Skywalker poem) By obi's girl

A/N: set during episode iii, Anakin thoughts as he descends closer into the Darkside.

I don't what it is

that attracts me,

what draws me in.

I can never have enough

of it.

It's a sickness; I know

It's a hormonal reaction.

I hold Padmé close to me,

and can't help but smile.

She's mine and

no one knows it.

Life was complicated before,

but now it's become so

simple because I have her.

I can never let her go,

but there's another thrill

that haunts me, a darker,

seductive thrill.

I'd been warned to stay away

from it; it isn't the way for me

I'm told.

But somehow I feel I'm

supposed to walk that way.

It's my destiny;

everyone has darkness in them.

I am no exception.

Suddenly I've lost everything,

I've lost so much;

I don't want everyone to go away

but they always manage to

and I can't stop it.

I've lost Padmé.

She's dead, Obi-Wan says.

There was nothing I could have done,

he says.

Our lives were set;

now I'm walking on shattered glass.

I've failed; I've failed

all of them...

But somehow I don't really care.

I don't care about anything anymore.

I'm in the arms of darkness,

forever lost in its pit of despair.

I am dead;

Anakin is dead...

and all that's left is a machine,

barely holding onto to life.

I am.

I have become.

darkness.

I am Darth Vader.