What is it you want?
Pushing, shoving, into my dreams.
Coming to me at night
So I may not scream.

Shaking,
I wake, sweating
Tears streaming.
No fear of you, of them,
The Those that draw near.
Sending me so much pain.

You need me.
I wonder for what?
To relish in my anxiety?
To tell me?
Teach me?
To take me to a place I should not be?

The hour of desperation
Made me stronger.
Letting go to gain more.
Always clawing, ripping,
Tearing into me.

Pulling my arms until my sockets ache
I wince in pain.
The Those that leave me
Writhing, seething with anger.

Physical afflictions not comparing to the state
I have become within my mind.
I am strong now.
That is why this has begun.

You, It, the They that think they need me,
Is afraid of me.
Fearing for things I know,
Will know,
Will realize,
Will do things
It, You, the They does not want me to do.

It is the hunger for that,
To release me from myself.
That is what You, It , They want and need.

So the desperate souls go ever searching,
Marching, wandering, through.
Forgetting that I, as well,
Am ready and willing to take it all.
I can use what You bring me to hurt You as well.
I know now.
And now,
It is I that will haunt you.

Copyright 1999 MagiAwen