The Will To Power

So united, 

Each emotion divides us. 

Tormented are the memories 

Of a man who once knew 

His spirit controlled his fate.

Love became an addiction,

Slowly breaking his core, 

Yet it was not his resolve that shattered.

His heart gave out to the sound of a 

Missing boy. 

His image now that of a tyrant,

Terrorizing the mind of every conquest:

He sought not to destroy, but to compliment his destruction. 

As time fades, his eyes glance over every mistake and he bathes in the torrent of hate. 

It is he who lost his way, and draws the map for all who find him.

For to lose a love is to begin a spiraling journey downward.

He lost himself at the end of a dry well, 

Broken, 

With no remorse. 

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This is so well written!!! This completely reminds me of me in my past, praise
God he saved me from myself! Very sad, but these things do take place, hate is more
powerful then one might anticipate, if you have a chance, I did a piece called
burnt soul about myself you may enjoy, thanks for sharing this amazing writing
and God bless you!