It’s always been the same,
No amount of water would extinguish the flame.
A monster that had been buried deep inside,
All the while it had been breathing cyanide.
A shallow heart, ever so beating it’s tune,
Happiness and joy being laid to ruin.
These voices which had never been heard,
These eyes are faded and leaving the vision blurred.
A soul that should’ve been left for dead a long time ago,
But even hope has a pitiful thing to show.
This blood that never runs dry,
These hands are engraved with the words “try”.
To devote, to give, but to only be misrepresented,
Oh this only leads to the feeling of being tormented.
What is a monster to you?
What does this monster do?
Hunt or scare those that you know?
Or does that monster tread slow?
But no, all monsters are nothing but evil…
Their heads to be removed and set for retrieval.
The creations and delusions of your mind,
And you’ve magically gone blind!
You keep twisting that knife, deeper into its abdomen,
But he loved you, and you labeled him a bad omen.
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