Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
first you take from me the boy i called my soulmate
now he will never again be my iron.
for you melted him down into a sword
that stabbed through my heart forevermore.
second you forced me to go to a place i shouldn’t go
a place that should be forbidden to me.
however, i went, and i was tortured, scared.
until you arrived on the scene yet again.
third you attempted to take my family.
back when i still had feelings.
you controlled them and made them like your own sick heart --
but my determination prevailed.
fourth you stalked me throughout my life
killing all that i loved as i went.
you slowly murdered me from inside, carving my heart out
until all that was left was an empty husk.
fifth i moved to the only safe place in the world,
surrounded by people like me.
you couldn’t penetrate my and their walls anymore.
so you seemed to give up, retreat back into your hellhole.
sixth you came back, power-hungry as ever,
driving me into a quest to find the one thing that
will kill you, save everyone, something i don’t even care about.
what are these feelings that you speak of?
seventh i killed you, for the last time.
to save my friends, family, the world.
but it didn’t give me the satisfaction that i needed
what can i possibly do?
eighth i was standing in the kitchen, chopping onions.
when he walked up to me and shouted my name.
annoyed at this other boy who had stalked me for eight years,
i turned around and stabbed his rotten head.
i am a diamond,
glittering within the hard stone.
you hire the miners come to steal my preciousness
to take all that is mine.
then you take me to your polishing shop
to shine me, polish me, shape me for your own
to appeal to the jewel stores amongst the many cities
that i will soon call home.
next, you sell me for a high price
to the fanciest jewel store in town.
now my life is ruined, for i can’t take back
the raw rock that i used to be.
now i am standing in a desert. fitting, isn’t it?
surveying the damage that i had done.
i have no regrets. no nothing, no love.just glee at the fact that everyone that had lived had died from my hands.