I am a writer
The type of man that sits up late
Begging the cursor that flashes and taunts me
To just move and let a random alphabet follow
And take the form of the visions that force their way in my mind

I am a god
I create worlds and men
With a thought I give them ambitions
And without another I fill them with suffering
Yet I find that they are usually the ones in control

I am a madman
I devise horrors and inflict them
On my creations for nothing but amusement
But on occasion I have a small moment of clarity
And I spare my people, a small reprieve before they suffer more

I am a writer
A man who is dispelling nightmares
By releasing them onto the page in hope
That one day he will feel like he is his own man
And not just another creation on someone else’s page