The Monster

by RavishingEruption   Jan 22, 2009


Finally numb from crying
Sick of trying
I drag the blade across my skin
To find a little peace

Angry red slashes grow
Things I never show
It's my master but
"I'm in control."

The hungry Monster strikes
Rooted like a spiritual spike
Every cut a symbol
Of what I'll never be

Loved
Wanted
Worthy
His

The Monster's voice calls
Sweet nothings as my spirit falls
"Nothing. You're nothing.
You're mine. All mine..."

The Monster lulls me
Knowing what I'll always be
I'm the Monster's
That's all I'll ever be

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  • 16 years ago

    by meganmarie

    I agree with nicole, absolutely amazing. such depth and meaning behind every word. it was beautifully written.
    --lovedroughtmelody

  • 16 years ago

    by Nicole the Fairy

    Wow. Breathless. :)
    Such simplicity again, yet the word usage!
    I love the strengths of thw words you use, so brilliantly created and structured.

    "Loved
    Wanted
    Worthy
    His"

    Such strong meanings and a vivid picture painted via these 4 words.

    Well done, definately a 5 / 5 :)
    - Nicole.
    x
    :)

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