Author's notes under the cut. (or is that how people say it? Idk. Author's notes at the end :P)
The Menace Being
In my Dreams
Then becomes Reality
Simply stalking out his Prey
Each and every single Day...
But who he is—I do not know
Stranger or Familiar? But
All I know—and all I see,
Is Darkness completely engulfing Me…
I cannot run—
I cannot hide
He has Me in his Grasp
As his Prisoner and his Slave
Bound to Him by DNA…
I'm full of fright, and so confused
On what I should do…
Should I fight? Or just succumb?
I'm merely destined to lose—
All I wish for—all I want—
Are for things to return to what they were…
But my Past is fuzzy—
My Memory shot—
I don't know who I am
All I'm told is What I am—
And what I'm meant to Become…
Ok, well this is what English class inspired me to write. We were going over Emily Dickenson's poems, and just got this idea. I was already thinking about what this story was guna be about, and this poem was born. Honestly, I think it sounds REALLY good. J And that's coming from me, a novice writer. Tell me what you guys think of the poem…don't worry. The first chapter is coming. It's just that it's late, and promised a friend I'd have something up for her tomorrow. K. Im off to bed. Goodnight! * Yawns *