I found, I was a prisoner
A Sort of wild feeling, that
Rushed up and down, the
Conviction of my Helplessness
That overpowered me
All feelings,
As I look back have been
Time
As I convicted to be,
Were helplessness.
As quietly done,
In my life, began to think What
Is best,
Thinking still as yet
No definite conclusion, but Yet
One thing only, my ideas Known,
But imprisoned, which has Doubts,
By its own motives that Would
Fully and to my fears
My Eyes open, being Deceived, has cursed Desperate straits, which I Need,
And shall need,
All to Conclusion
And I know
That only confirmation is surely it is
Proof, that all people Have Been taught to Regard, a Whole History about, Grasping over
Own pride, their glory, His Glory
Explained by saying my name is pride, and pride is my glory.
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
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