To Be Chosen

You see him, don't you?

The boy with empty hollow eyes and a sad dying smile

They all want to be him...but you

You want to POSSES him



You breathe where he walks,

You dream in his shadow

As your every heartbeat echoes his name.



He doesn't smile. He doesn't speak.

and your okay with that, as long as he's within reach



You'd tear down the world just to make him happy

Yet you do nothing, cause you don't know how to make him happy.

You want him to be the source of people's envy

He's your most prized possession, which you are yet to posses



This isn't love

This is obsession

You wish to swallow him whole, yet you wish to hold him

You want to hide him from the world

Yet, you wish to claim him before the population

You wish to own him.