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