What I Miss Most

A strong hand grips me
A dark force consumes me
What am I to do when life is such?
All happiness and smiles
Lies to their faces
Behind the scenes I change
I thirst for blood, lust for danger
A life introduced by he who betrayed
A life I loved and hated all the same
I miss it now, but then I wanted free always
And I want it back
The feelings I had then are like now
Only now they seem to be more severe
I strive for it, I want it more than anything
And, even more than dreamless sleep
What I want the most is the love I had
That, I think, is what I miss the most