11/31/15
last night seemed to be a rather odd dream,
slaves of mine came in teams,
why were they mine?
what did it mean?
ate out of my palm,
calmed me down if i wasn't calm,
i'm not usually the tyrranical type,
what was it about this power i liked?
so inanimate and unlifelike,
told them to get out of my way, and they didn't put up a fight.
their eyes,
what haunted me the most was their eyes,
so blank, so cold, and without expression,
i rather liked it,
and, that's a confession.
people at your knees,
doing whatever you wanted, whenever you pleased,
then i felt so alone,
i wanted to scream.
glad it ended when it did,
or else for an eternity,
in fright,
i would've hid.
i'm not meant to be tyrannical type.
