hey it's me here is a story that i have rewrote and made better i hope
In My Room Alone
By me
Here I sit in my room at this very night
With nothing but the darkness to confide in,
So many thoughts run through my mind
So many thoughts,
They burn my eyes till I am blind.
But he is here.
Although I cannot always see him
I know he's there, he is always there.
He waits for me
Always looking at me with his demonic glare.
I tell him to go
But he always stays
No matter what…I hate him either way.
He haunts me-dwelling in soul and on my mind
But unfortunately, I am the only one who can "see" him
So I've come to learn over time.
He only has one real true pleasure,
And in my view
He'll do anything to have his way,
Go to any measure, any means,
It's my torture that, he oh so desires
He comes only to enjoy my suffering
It almost like my destruction, he admires.
He wants, it's like he needs it.
He has me shackled
He has me chained.
He controls every part of me, 'until it's his only,
Until I can't fight back, will no longer fight back.
Every little fiber of my being… making me insane.
I've heard his ever command.
I am forced to obey his every command, his every word.
To my every sickness, he is my very cure.
To my every pain, he is my very savior.
He is my blessing…he is my curse
He is my demonic little angel…things could be worse.
To the way they use to be.
So all the agony and sadness that he causes me
Am I sentenced to endure for all eternity?
I have an idea-to cowardly run away and hide,
To be free of him.
That pathetic thought has crossed my mind before-burning my eyes.
But as I have learned, the act is literally impossible
He refuses to retreat from me-glaring at me,
his eyes mean and prideful.
But although he is not very kind to me, trusting, or loving
And of course, his presence was never really very comforting.
His memory keeps me company when I feel so alone.
Whenever I need someone there.
He is my demonic little angel, which followed me home.
And although I do not like him-and, he does not like me
I will admit he's a pretty sight to see.
He has an attractive face
One that belong to an angel.
His skin is soft and pale.
His voice is sweet but cold, and filled with hate.
Almost, like a secret-I'll never tell.
His eyes are dark and dead, and dull.
They seemed to be full of longing seething hatred.
But of course, I am responsible for his rage
I was never really all that kind to him in the first place.
But know I try to be and he never lets me.
Always yelling, always hurting each other.
His jet black hair
Brushed, long and silky, with obvious great care
Masks he eyes like a raven colored curtain
Framing his face…so his sadness cannot be seen-of this I am certain.
But I have seen it when he think I'm not looking that him.
Because I have seen it, I try to love him.
But it's the soft gentle lips that always seem to catch my eye
Always in the little smirks full of hate and wry.
And for reason unknown he will not smile.
I know that deep down in my core,
I have set aside a small part of my heart for him.
To remain with me forever more,
To never love another, more than him.
Maybe someday I will learn to understand him more
And his story, to the reason in which he did thing in.
And maybe then…I would no longer have but just a small piece of his
Just a memory, which I hold on to.
Then maybe-just maybe…I could say that he belongs to no one else but me…
And that he will allow it to be so.
Here I sit alone in my room at this very night
With nothing but the darkness to confide in,
So many thoughts run through my mind
So many thoughts,
They burn my eyes till I am blind.
And all I can think about is him
How he is here now watching me.
How he will never leave me.
He is my angle and my demon.
He, who name is……………………………………………. Sasuke
to be cont.
