Possession Poem by Sam Dumont

I live, this torture
Again and again
Myself, I order
You must restrain

This anger, it grows
As i fall into my song
I am tired, it shows
Peace is what I long

This control I can lose
This hate I can't hold
My heart, It can't refuse
This feeling, taking its toll

I keep getting stabbed
This heart, far too open
I wish I could get grabbed,
Killed, and lead to heaven

This suffering, it's tiring
This feeling, this killing
A ring, this dwelling
Deceiving, destroying

Yes, I have felt joy
But this strengh, oh boy
I feel it, so strong
It doesn't even feel wrong.