when the monster comes
when that bloodthirsty demon
seeps from knife to blood
i stand paralyzed
as the fire scars my soul
and the ice takes away my heart
my eyes open
to see a violent shadow
clasp my claustrophobic fingers
around my skull
i scream a scream
that would have curdled my blood
had i had any left
i don't
I'm empty
when the monster comes
i return to Tartarus
into the monsters lair
i am prometheus
chained for eternal torture
because i tried to live
then this monster
puts me on a mountain
and watches when i fall
laughing he goes on
consuming others
sending them to the pit
where i lay cramped in a cage
whimpering waiting for a hero
who never came
i am not alone
their voices echo mine
"why me?"
"why this monster?"
"why do we collide with this vacuum
sucked down into this hole?"
buried alive
i am wanted above
but i cant shake the monster
it shakes me
its worse
how can you torture
whats already dead?
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Darkness of the Rose
PoesieThis is a collection of poems and short stories for humans that cannot face cruel reality. I hope that someday all reality can be faced like the fantasy we read for our souls. The beginning speaks out for women who have put themselves in a prison th...