Thrill of the Ride (Anakin Skywalker poem) By obi?s girl A/N: set during episode iii, anakin thoughts as he descends closer into the darkside. I don?t what it is that attracts me, what draws me in. I can never have enough of it. It?s a sickness, I know It?s a hormonal reaction. I hold PadmÃ© close to me, and can?t help but smile. She?s mine and no one knows it. Life was complicated before, but now it?s become so simple because I have her. I can never let her go, but there?s another thrill that haunts me, a darker, seductive thrill. I?d been warned to stay away from it; it isn?t the way for me I?m told? But somehow I feel I?m supposed to walk that way. It?s my destiny; everyone has darkness in them? I am no exception. Suddenly I?ve lost everything, I?ve lost so much; I don?t want everyone to go away but they always manage to and I can?t stop it. I?ve lost PadmÃ©. She?s dead, Obi-Wan says. There was nothing I could have done, he says? Our lives were set; now I?m walking on shattered glass. I?ve failed; I?ve failed all of them... But somehow I don?t really care. I don?t care about anything anymore. I?m in the arms of darkness, forever lost in its pit of despair. I am dead; Anakin is dead... and all that?s left is a machine, barely holding onto to life. I am? I have become? darkness? I am Darth Vader.