I am not a Sith

This unbearable hatred
Burns at an exhilarating heat
Powering me and teaching me
I am a Sith

I do it for my loved ones
I do it for honour
I do it for the money
I did it for power
I did it for me

With every step I take
Every breath I take
Every innocent I shake
I feel it quake and stir within
The anger

I miss her smile
I see her in my dreams
I know I’ll see her in awhile
When I lay filled with dread
I realize after what I’ve done
She has long been dead

Years have passed
Did we have a family
What were her last thoughts
Was it “what did I do”
Or maybe it was “goodbye my love”
I’ll never know because
I never had the chance
To ask her

I thought that the dark force
Would save me at my lowest
Only to find a secret sub level
Of despair and loneliness
I’m the monster of my own story

My energized blades shake
With the lack of power
The lack of anger
The shadow that hasn’t changed
Since I’ve changed my ways
I miss it
The thrill of slaughter

I am a sith

Born into power and history
With a dark secret
What a hidden memory
A loving Family
Sensitive to an ancient force

A Skywalker yet a Solo
Only few knew of his heritage
Trained and honed by the last master
Sought out by the last
Dark sorcerer
Known only by one name
Snoke

A hidden link between
Vader and young Ben
Has been shown to all
The young ones have chosen
A new master

Master skywalker feels
He has failed
Like those who failed his father
Attempts to put an end to
Snoke’s darkness leach
On young Ben

An elite order
The knights of Ren are born
The new order is destroyed
Only like remains
Hunted and haunted by his past
He leaves to Ach-to

Ben Solo
Thought to have the power
Of his grandfather
With the blood of skywalker
May be with the darkside
But he will never be
A sith

Became the leader of
The knights of Ren
Half skywalker
Half Solo
Given his title
Kylo Ren

I’ve been played twice
Not like a sport or a video game
More like a game of chess
Against a champion

In the game of chess
Players typically start
With a pawn
I start with the knight
But I am a pawn

Not black or white
But painted with
Colours you painted
Win or loose
It’s always a game

One secret about pawns
Once they’ve been played
Far enough
They can become
Any piece

Play me five times
And I’ll become a knight
A rook or even a bishop
Kings and queens
Are overrated

Start to finish like
A video game stuck
On pause for the
rest Of eternity
Broken

My life is but a page
In the everlasting book
Of which we call existence
Gone

If we could go back to
The good times I’ll never
Turn my back away
Like you did
Obsessed

With every meal I endure
It feels like razor blades
Tearing through my flesh to
Be set free
Disorder

I’m tired of feeling
This way
Empty

So one final note
The bullet that passes through
My brain has your
Name written on it
Plot

So everybody will know
You were the last
Thing to go through my
Mind