Young Writers Society

This was my vocabulary assignment, so sorry if I miss used a word because I didn't understand its meaning or how to use it in context. This poem is a little hard to understand and I promise it is so much better when read aloud. Enjoy anyways! (:

Peter sat quietly hoping that Peter was the only one home.
He listened to his thoughts. They were only his own.
His muscled relaxed as he knew he had control
He closed his eyes knowing Peter was one whole.

“Open your eyes Peter,” said the saliently menacing voice.
Peter succumbed, for Wolfgang gave him no choice.
Peter’s eyes were open, and Wolfgang was in his mind.
The voice with semblance to Peter’s chimed.

“Stand up Peter,” Wolfgang said with what sounded like a smile.
“Why don’t we take a walk for a little while?”
Peter rose and left his seat
To walk a around the park and in the dark street.

All Peter heard were his footsteps, and Wolfgang’s laugh.
He wondered why he had been split in half.
“Because I entered your body,” Wolfgang replied.
He chuckled and laughed as Peter cried.

Peter’s head hurt, from what ghoulish Wolfgang did last;
Forcing him to bludgeon himself with a wooden bat.
Peter was morbidly mental and Peter knew it.
But Wolfgang took control, and his body, he used it.

“You know the library, the one on Maple Dr?
I want you to burn it, and all the people in it alive,”
Peter shouted, “No!” But Wolfgang made him run.
Peter reached the building address 251.

Peter wept as he stared at the flames.
He was reticent to obey Wolfgang.
Peter heard Wolfgang laugh in an evil way.
Peter decided Wolfgang would die today.

“You are not my mind! You have no power over me!”
Peter screamed, to devoid Wolfgang, and set Peter free.
Wolfgang laughed one more time.
And Peter woke up in a chained up line.

“Wolfgang Gray!” Called a man with a list.
He approached the chair and was forced to sit.
He took his place and they tied down his hands.
He used to be a good gracious man.

With acumen senses he knew what was next.
Onto his face an evil grin crept.
A man pulled the switch and just as Peter had cried,
That day Wolfgang Gray died.