Anger and betrayal

It concentrated around me.  The power.  I could think of nothing more but torturing this man.  He lay in front of me.  A man that had harmed me.  Who took everything from me.  A murderer.  He cowered before me as a power filled up within me.
"No....please.....i beg of you," He cries.
"Pathetic" is all i say as he curls into a ball in the corner.  His head covered by his hands, whimpering like a sniveling baby.  I stepped closer to him, and out of nowhere he raised a gun to shoot, but his mind was mine.  I conquered it.  He was broken.  I could see everything.  His obsessions, his victims, his plans, his betrayals, his past, his present.....he had no future.
A step.
His pupils dilated as he felt me approach.  I could sense regret,  I could feel his pain.  He glanced quickly to the top left indicating that he was remembering something.
Step.
I saw it.  An image of him as a child killing dogs.
Step.
Next an image of a teenager, a girl who had rejected him when he asked her out, chopped in pieces in a sewer.
Step.
Finally a vision of his mother.  A woman who i loved very much.  A tear rolled down his eye as he whispered: "forgive me.....brother".
The last step.
I grabbed him by the neck and lift him up, my eyes glowed as it rushed through me.  Darkness, anger, bitter rage.  I concentrated on his skull.  His head expanded to twice the size. He screamed in pain.  Three times, four times, five, six.........there was no seven as his corpse collapsed to the ground....

Loneliness

I leave her for a while and yet she always pulls me back. What could it be? Her smell? Her touch? Her need for me? I do not know yet I cannot resist her call. At times I feel I have finally escaped but that is only a fleeting moment of joy. This tango we do of release and capture, this love-hate relationship we have; is it the prediction of what is yet to come? If I embrace her she will always be there and if I don't then I fear I will always return to her. She is to me what the devil is to God. A completion of my existence and yet without her I would be happy.

Everytime she's in my life it's like someone stabbing me repeatedly in the chest.  Where i have been stabbed all i feel, in lieu of pain, is emptiness.  The sadness of nothingness.  The drain on me, the drain on my energy, it destroys me slowly from the inside, corrupting my mind first and then slowly destroying my body.  She wants me with her for all eternity, yet she provides me endless and total pain

Afterwards she takes pity on me....and decides to possess my body instead.  She makes me go through the motions of life as opposed to actually living it.  One minute i'm waking up, the next i'm drifting along with the other lost souls on this planet, the next it's 2 days later.  I'm losing my mind, my body, my soul.......and my life.

All....because of HER

Power

"Will you do it?" The voice echoed in my head as i stared at the stage.  I trembled.......the excitement rising in my body as all i could think about was showing everyone what i could do.  I climbed up only to arrive at the same time as my competitor, he jeered and hated, tried to discourage me but i smiled and waved him on.
"What are you doing? Are you conceeding defeat?" The voice asked.
"No," I answered, "merely giving him a chance".
The man executed his moves flawlessly and with confidence, boasting and showing off and proudly challenging everyone to him.  As he reached the end of his time limit he stomped more, making more of a show of his power attempting to assert his dominance.  Before long he finished, celebrating and daring someone to try; the spotlights were on him, nobody noticed the shy man get on stage.
"My turn." I announced.  He looked at me and laughed then shrugged and left the stage.  The trembling had returned, the excitement.  The power of confidence and the strength of will.  Fire burnt as i moved; not to exhibit power, but to show skill.  Move after move as i dug his power into the ground.  As my time was closing i knew i didn't need any flashy moves, the audience was already cheering for me, already loving me, already proving to everyone that the kingdom was mine.  I was king.  And they were not just my subjects but members of a family.  My family.
I danced not a dance of dominance, not a dance to show off but a dance to encourage, to inspire and to lead.  To show everyone that anyone can achieve enough strength to get in front of a stage and show their peers what they can do when they set their mind to it.
I showed them what it was like to be free.