It was when it's dark
Then it came.
I knew it would lurk
Cause it's game.
It was when I faded
Deep in my thoughts.
To realize I am gutted
By my own swords.
The one in my heart?
Or the one in my head?
I can't really recall.
Little did I know, I'm it.
Little did I know, I feed it.
It is me, and I'm it.
I'm the monster.
YOU ARE READING
I'm, the monster
PoetryThere are so many skeletons we keep in our closets. Sometimes, those skeletons make their way out, and we're left with realizing that our skeletons are a part of us, even when we don't like it.
