I Was His Slave

He bound and gagged me,
Tied me to the chair.
Then he walked away,
Leaving me in hunger and pain.

He ruled me.
I could only eat when he let me,
Drink when he offered water,
Walk when he took me out of the chair
Bound to his wrist when we went out.

I could not speak to anyone
Without his permission
If I so much as smiled
and waved to my best friend
It was a federal crime

If he wanted something from me,
I had to give it to him,
No matter what the price.

One day, he handed me a knife
and said "Here, do what you will with it."
I aimed for his heart, and hit it dead-on.

No blood gushed out.
He didn't fall.
He simply smiled his wicked smile and said

"I am immortal,I am all-encompassing.
You cannot wholly escape me
For I can't let you out of my sight
No matter how hard I may try."

I thought a bit, then realized
That sadly, his words were true
So rather than try to kill him again
I cut the ropes binding us
And then I ran.

Halfway 'round the world I ran
On the joy of never seeing him again!
Through city, farm, mountain, even ocean
I neither noticed nor cared where I ran

Every so often, he calls or sends an e-mail
Just to keep in check, he says
And I always answer,whether I want to or not
For as he said, I can't escape

And guess what?
He calls you too.
Maybe you were enslaved once
Or maybe you are and you just can't see

He has infinite names
In every tongue
For if you don't have to be bound to his will
You must be God
Or maybe Satan

Maybe you know him as Fear
Maybe Doubts or Pessimism
To you, he could simply be Shyness
Or perhaps you know him better as Hate

No matter how you see him
Find the knife, and take it
For you shouldn't be that close.