Within me is blood-thirsty monster.
A monster ready to attack like a lion and its prey.
I am a demon when the monster is exposed.
Its cry sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Its ghost-like claws restraining me with no means of retreat.
I look in the mirror, its piercing eyes stare back.
To glimpse into its eyes, is to touch dread.
I walk with a look of delight to hide the monster within.
Veiling is my only elusion.
The loneliness it leaves eats me alive.
Enticing and vexing are its methods of torture.
My tears are its laughter
My misery, its pleasure
To feel its icy fingers, is to touch the chill of death.
No Matter how hard I try, it is impossible to escape.
I can fight it a hundred times but the war still goes on.
It is apart of me that will always be there.
It is what makes me an individual.
The Monster Within Me
