The Chosen

I entered this world,
innocent and pure.
But that has taken its toll on me.
Once I had hit the peak of my age,
indescribable thoughts started to cross my mind.

Buried deep in my heart,
It started to form.

A space, so empty,

so dark, so cold,

so in need of its filling.

Only one shall be a perfect fit.

But that, is unknown in my mind.

When will I ever grasp

this unknown entity,

to embrace my missing piece.

With a touch so meaningful,

and at the same time,

meaningless.

Never again shall I find myself

in need this mysterious element,

to dilute this gaping hole of mine.

Buried deep inside of,

not only me,

but, each and every one of us.

Unknowingly ripping apart our thoughts,

with its subtle damage,

mutilating the good,

and enlightening the evil

Evil, I am.

Evil, I have chosen.

How am I so sure?

I am not.

For deep inside me,

I have chosen nothing,

for it,

has chosen me.