Extra Content: Knight's Private Poetry

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     I do not regret my vices, but I'm assured of their hindrance. What life is there left if not for the fun we have? But I am a fool in the end; a decadent and a taker.

     My body is not my own in many instances, and perhaps, my mind shares the same fate. The universe does not make me, my choices do.

     A glimpse of a reflection, my past being and wants. The day I had nothing to the day I master my future. So why does my younger self have so much hope and faith?

     I'm an addict; power-hungry and a manipulator of destiny. I both despise myself and inspire myself. To be trapped is to strive, to be free is too dispassionate.

     As if I'm a husk of former glory, I yearn for the same drive that burned inside of my soul, branded me a warrior. If I cried right now, there would be no power behind it.

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