do you still believe in monsters?
would you believe that i've become one?
we haven't spoken in so long,
though we never said goodbye;
and now i am what we once ran from.
your magic cannot help you now,
our fears have only magnified with age;
trapped in your basement,
and the noise we heard was only me–
the only evil creature, me.
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
