A/N Sorry for the long wait but I lost the paper with it his poem on it under a mountain of paper and only just found it today so plz keep R&R and I will try to get the next one up in like a day or so… Also this one is (quite obviously) about Drake! Enjoy!
Fear
My favourite thing,
Is not the fear it's self,
It's how I extract it.
I may not be the one in charge of all
That doesn't mean I can't have my fun,
When the screams start and the bloods run,
I am in charge, only for a second, a minute, an hour
It's my name you will shout and scream and beg,
It's your fear that I will feast on.
You may not understand that I live on your screams and how you beg,
They keep me going until I find another victim,
That's all you are to me; a victim, a toy, disposable
I don't care what you think or say or do, because;
Sooner or later there will be no more victim,
Just the shell of a person consumed by fear,
Fear of one name,
Mine.