He had Me

He had me, possessed me, on the verge of owning me, at the climax of this thing;

The heart, the soul, the body he had;

with the mind continuously fixated upon him.

It was as if the Leaning Tower became aligned, and the ripples of the waters stood still;

Much like the river of Styx,

I was covered with the exception of my sin; my Achilles Heel.

He had me, obtained me, really had me invested in;

My mind was entangled through the illusions set forth, and tied my soul within.

It was as if the sun shined never-ending, and the moon had retired indefinitely;

Releasing the dew of the morning all hours of the day,

and All 12 months resembled March, April, and May.

He had me, retrieved me, had me falling as I stood;

Even when I tried to resist the strong hold, it did me no apparent good.

He had me where he held my heart to determine the fate it would assume;

He broke my heart over continents that detached like the Pangaea theory- left much room.

He had me then he released his hold, but the grip was accustomed to my heart;

It became automatic much like breathing, but he never understood that part.

Withdrawal took place from the hold he had and I met a hold with much more strength;

Now, I am in a battle between two holds, but I rather keep my soul and sacrifice the asked tenth.