See if you can figure out what this is about before you finish the poem. I didn't want to post this until I finished Time That Remains, so now that it's done, here you go!
Trapped inside your head, while your hands make blood spill.
Helpless, but to watch, as you're held against your will.
Hands sifting through your mind for all the pain you've ever felt.
You beat the ones you love, and you can't stop yourself.
Pain, loss, fear, and depression.
You can no longer hide them, for this,
This is possession.
I was rping with my friend and I was trying to explain how possession feels, and this just sort of happened. Drop a review if you have the time. Carry on my wayward sons!