Disclamer: I do not own Resident Evil and I never will.
A/N: I'm not very good at poetry but i thought i'd give it a go.
When I think of him I go to a dark place
Everybody moves back to give me space
I wreck the room
I wish him doom
Black reminds me of him
He lives his life in sin
I kill him in my dreams
It's not easy as it seams
He has no soul
I'm loosing control
I want to end it all
I'm losing my cool
A gun is what I need
He must bleed
The darkness is taking me
I wish people would let me be
