Disclaimer: So you know, I do not own Vincent Valentine, Square are his masters. But this poem is all mine.
Hidden Within
I can feel it,
There, Inside of me,
Just waiting.
Growing,
Bulging,
Bursting,
To get out, as I fight.
I must control it,
Stop him,
From escaping.
But it is hard,
All I want,
Is to,
Sleep.
They die as I sleep,
But I can't sleep,
I must fight,
To protect,
What I can.
But if I do,
It will be free,
The real me,
Hidden within.
