This one is about how Anakin feels after his mother is killed...
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars at all. Nope, not even a little tiny bit.
It's all wrong. That's what they tell me. But they don't understand what I'm feeling. They will never understand.
They think that they are always right, that they can tell me how to feel. But I won't let them. This is not their decision to make.
Still it makes me wonder, is this the best choice? Everything that I've trained for, lived for, has opposed this. But if this is wrong, then why does it feel so right?
I can't let go of you. Never. You give me something to believe in, something to hold on to, in a world that tries to take everything away from me.
So run away with me. Who cares what they say? Let them judge me how they may. I've found you, and now I'm not going to lose you. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you, and I would do anything for your sake. Anything.
What's wrong with me? I've never felt so desperate in all of my life, so hungry for power. Power I shouldn't have.
They did this to you, and now they will pay. They will feel my retribution for every second of pain they put you through. All your torture, your suffering, will be dealt back unto them. I will punish them.
Hate. I've never felt it so strongly. It courses through my veins, consuming me, eating me alive from the inside out. I've been taught never to surrender to it, but I can't hold back. Rage feeds me, pours strength into my limbs. Limbs that move numbly, of their own accord; uncontrollable, as if they are not my own.
…Death. Blood. Murder. What have I done? Merciless. I slaughtered them all, like animals. No accounting for innocence. There was only destruction, as I avenged the blow that slashed through my heart. The wound that will bleed forever.
I wasn't strong enough… I couldn't save you. But I promise, one day, I will have power unmatched by anyone, anything. Even death will bow before me. I promise you that.