Renewed, only to fall again. Why is this happening to me? There is no satisfactory answer to this constantly repeated question of mine . . .
For a while, I didn't try to stop him from taking over, from doing whatever he wanted.
I was too scared and confused.
But then, after a month or so, he decided to provide me with a mental slideshow of what "I" had done.
I was forced to watch the murders, people vanishing into the shadows, senseless acts of violence and crime.
For a split second, after he had finished, I hated myself.
Then, that hatred was transferred to him.
I had thought that I'd woken up before, with his help.
But now that moment seemed incredibly dull in comparison.
Now my eyes were truly opened.
And with that, came a rush of emotions,
ones that I'd tried to seal away before.
Passionate anger,
terrible, overwhelming, consuming grief,
and sadness,
and so many others.
But above all, an emotion that had once been the most dominant in my life: love.
The love for my beloved mother and sweet little sister, both gone.
The strained love for my father, who had abandoned me in my time of need.
My love for dueling and so many other things.
With this love came a fierce desire to protect others from the one sharing my body.
I knew what I must do.
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It wasn't enough.
I wasn't enough.
I fought with all the strength I possessed,
but I still failed.
When I was pinned to the floor, he began to laugh.
He tortured me with more memories of the evil he had committed - that I had allowed to happen.
The previously raging wildfire,
which was my anger, my determination, my fighting spirit,
became a flickering flame;
my emotions changed to ones of despair and desperation.
The words came out of my mouth, in unison with his:
"This is all my fault."
"This is all your fault."
There was a moment of silence and then he grinned.
"Well, it looks like this will be easier than I thought".
I closed my eyes and fought back tears,
knowing that things were only going to get worse from here on out.
No one can hear me apologizing.
No one is listening.
No one will acknowledge me.
No one will be warned.
I am alone once more.
Hi everyone! Hope you liked this chapter (it was more like a one-shot than a poem, so I hope that's okay). Thank you so much to: millenniumthief, Unique Art, andrew coad, rowan5255, and AirGirl Phantom for reviewing the last chapter. I am so happy and relieved that you like it and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you do!!
I'll try and write more soon. Thank again everyone!