A Simple Act of Possession
I own you, dearest. I am inside you. I have you.
You are my puppet. I am the player, you are the pawn. No, sweetest, don't try to rebel.
Why separate yourself from me? I am inside your mind, and act of invasion. Alive, dead, I am inside your head.
I control your thoughts. I ponder the imprints you once so freely poured into me. A sort of place to store pain and no meanings.
We grew, and you are mired at the pinnacle of our fusion. Your attempt at identity confuses me. We are so connected, so real, barely two separate entities.
What else do you have? Who else do you have? Who's going to save you?
You see, fair one, we share a love story. I love power, control, purity, domination. You are more or less the conduit.
But you, girl, will forever belong to me. As I see you escaping our chamber, I want you more. I want to claim everything about you, body and soul.
The time will come when I will pervade your last secrets. Your dreams, yes, that was me. The cold breath on your cheek, the harsh touch on your back, the silken bindings.
The hot sweats, the confusion, the desire. I possess all of that too. But those wounds on your arms, I can't claim credit for that. I could never claim something so beautiful. Pain inflicted by ones own self leaves the deepest scars, sweet.
The time will come when you will be at my call and beckon as well. Souls that are joined like yours and mine don't part by mere physical destruction. Or what is left of my soul.
I am in you. You are within me.
As I grow more powerful, your time in the light shortens.
You see, Ginny, it's…
A Simple Act of Possession.
A/N: This was originally in a better poem form, but fanfiction can't process it that way. If anyone wants, I can email it to him or her. Thanks.
A Ginny and Tom fiction. Please Review.