He harnessed my insanity, beguiling and corrupting my mournful self, eroding my spirit and carved it into a plagued form, creating a calamity within my compromised mind. The tortured thoughts used my disheartened, weak humanity to survive the final demise and as the predicament was sewn to me, the gnawing agony conquered, beholding at my amended form and I realized that the real dilemma was the dilemma of my existence. Sequestering me to the day I become his henchman, I heard his applause when my soul succumbed to his tormented words. Uncertainty covered my face with a sore mask, feeling empty and paralyzed as I become his servant.
- Author: Kira (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2016 12:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Again one of my fantasies~ sorry for my grammar, English isn't my first language
- Category: Short story
- Views: 20
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Great write
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