The Beast of My End

They’ll tell you of monsters,

Hiding in the dark,

Under the bed, out of sight,

Around the corner, dead of night,

Ready to pounce,

To rend your flesh,

And smash your bones,

To end your life,

And revel in your groans.

They’ll give you your arms,

And train you to fight,

They’ll say what to do,

To survive the night,

And when you’ve killed the monsters,

You’ll finally be safe,

But what if there was a monster,

You couldn’t erase?

There’s a monster in my chest,

And never does it rest,

It pumps my life,

But also strife,

It eats at me,

Where I can’t see,

The beast of my end,

Is also my friend.

What I fear most,

Is what allows me to fear,

It’s hiding inside,

In the dark, secret place,

It hates me and burns,

It longs, and it yearns,

And each beat stabs,

It’s killing me slowly,

It’s cutting and slashing,

The knife is Red.