My Monster

The fading light, full moon glowing through my bedroom window.
Outside all is shapeless, thick billowy clouds lying low.

I knew somebody once with an extraordinary mind, so clear.
With more mystery than life, there was nothing she would fear.

But with her untamed imagination, precious in its dark magic.
Her mind raged, creating her own personal conflict.

With unconscious hatred, I was afraid she might kill me while I slept.
These strange and inexplicable cravings, I just sat and wept.

Not even in death was it possible to break free.
I tried to deny myself this idea, just to see.

Curling up tight I would gradually yield to the influences of the night.
Within my unrelenting state of agony, I gave in to my silent fight.

From my dreams i remember the sacrifices, my anguish of anxiety.
Under a mysterious protection, a storm raged within me so fiercely.

Tilted face, her eyes so fierce, yet distance, it overwhelmed me.
Such anguish in her heart, growing cold as death could be.

When the brightness of my day had been and gone, I would sit and pray.
Within darkness, impassive and absent I wished my face would fade away.

It is in living that I must fear, not in my dreams before.
My endless grief, I'm afraid, don't want to hurt anymore.

This monster in my dreams that I always see.
That monster in my dreams is me.

Cruel times are closing in, I'm loosing my mind, cannot cope.
It's time now to finish this story, I've abandoned all hope.