The Lost Sailor.
I have no emotions of my own,
I am a leech,
Feeding off of other peoples’ emotions,
I am the demon king.
I am a lost sailor,
Tuning into different frequencies,
Trying to find my home in other people,
Only to get crushed by the waves,
And hit myself against the stones,
I am everybody and nobody,
Coming up with different personalities when it suits me,
Trying to fit in, like a scarecrow in a farm,
While never truly doing so.
I take possession of man’s mind and deed,
I care not what the secrets may brawl.
I sit as myself, holding no form of creed,
But contemplating all.
I am the darkness that is felt and never seen,
Always in the shadow of the night,
Void of light.
Such a dreadful sight.
I am unique, just like everybody else,
I am an individual,
I am the blackhole that takes it all.
I am the prince beneath the rain,
Constantly soaked in pain,
Drenched in blood.