A/N: Caine's POV (sort of). It was originally supposed to be about Lana, but I started writing about Caine. Whoops. :P
The idea came from the scene in Hunger where Lana was describing to Quinn what it was like to be hooked by the Darkness. It was at the McClub, I think.
Like a fishing escapade,
complete with bait and thread.
The voice calls to me through water.
The hooks are in my head.
It was only a whisper,
but I remember what it said
I'm under it's complete control,
and the hooks are in my head.
The voice wont stop,
until the world is quiet and dead.
It's using me for it's gain.
The hooks are in my head.
Everytime I try to disobey,
the pain begins to spread.
It wont let me bend my will.
The hooks are in my head.
I'd do anything for food,
A peanut or a slice of bread.
But it wont let me get my way.
It's hooks are in my head.
It yanks on my chain when I don't do it's will,
telling me to put on the cover of lead.
I don't have the slightest choice.
Because it's hooks are in my head.
'Go out into the desert,'
to the mineshaft past the shed.'
I can't pull off the town's power,
because it's hooks are in my head.
My saviour in the color green.
Not blue or white or red.
His light slashes through my cords,
and pulls it's hooks, from my head.