Editor's Note: This is a film created by WWE Superstar John Morrison, with music and sound editing by Russell Greenberg.

I'll pilot this circus for the time being

if you promise to break my fall.

The passengers,

they don't see the dents in the hull,

they don't know the cumulative effects

ten-thousand days of collision yield.

Impervious as I am,

it still weighs on me.

I see how broken the others are,

and know they're not up to the task,

that they break so easily,

and are too preoccupied with the painto pilot us anywhere but to the ground.

So I step in, and do the killing for a while,

I am your reluctant king,

a lion among serpent dogs

who howl-hiss their boasts

to a confused assemblage

and believe the flea collars about their necks

are pilot wings or something more.

Just break my fall,

It's all I ask.

I don't need you too; it won't effect me

either way, it's just

a token of your gratitude.

It's just

a way of saying "thank you

for being our king."

Get to know the Shaman of Sexy on a personal level by checking out WWE.com as the "Dirt Sheet" star continues to share pages from his notebook of poetry with WWE Universe. See Morrison's first two poems in his poetry archive page on WWE.com

I am master of a nothing place,and need the bland indulgence

of an empty smile

to set me right on the killing floor.

I see these horrors,

hear these cries

from and in

a world spiraling out

of its self,

and think of the things I might do.

of the things

I might do.

I will look down

and whisper.

"no."

Get to know the Shaman of Sexy on a personal level by checking out WWE.com as the "Dirt Sheet" star continues to share pages from his notebook of poetry with WWE Fan Nation. See Morrison's first two poems in his poetry archive page on WWE.com

The roar of the spectators and the spectacle sound, A thousand tiny suns anchored to steel beat down, And I, high above the champion of the disaster, captain of the impending descent, orchestrator of their frenzy.
Some roar to rouse him,
most roar for his blood. 
He lies, like one sleeping
unsuspecting,
unforgiven.
Nothing to break the fall but the body;
nothing to break the body but the fall.
And I am destruction airborne.
Flashes burst, shutters close,
and the caption beneath the photo reads:
Crash landing; no survivors,
save Starship Pain.

Get to know the Shaman of Sexy on a personal level by checking out WWE.com as the "Dirt Sheet" star continues to share pages from his notebook of poetry with WWE Fan Nation. See Morrison's first two poems in his poetry archive page on WWE.com