Creator

If you controlled everything could you be controlled?

The world is yours
And everything belongs to you
You can not sin now
And nothings ever wrong
Your greatest dreams come true...

I died tonight
I couldn't sleep
A whisper of a noise
From a whisper of a street
They call for me
In the night
And I come willing
Just to feel alive...

Running through the world
Moon light guiding,
Searching for my star
The one that I've made me
It is mine and I am it....

The witching hour warms my blood
I live among the woods
A creature of existence
In a different world...
I control the wind
I create the sun
The life bringer and its taker
Though the difference i can't tell...

Nothing is me
Though I am all.

Watching from a distance
Never interfere
Maybe for an instance
No I cant be here
I could not exist
Never did and never will
Though I'd like to question
The existence of the world.

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

Hmm, interesting topic, I like what you did with it/ how you layed it out...
This idea actually seems more difficult to work with than you might think, I know that I would probably have a hard time with it, at least.

My favourite line is:
"Nothing is me,
Though I am all"
. . . I know that this is the shortest line in the whole poem, but I just think that it has a good place in it, it belongs where it is.

Anyway,
Good write.

{ Fear Corrupts! }