I don't think of me as a kind person. Basically, because I ain't.
I'm a beast strapped in enchanted chains. I'm dragon locked in a castle of gold, guarding its riches with greed. I am a tame demon whose shackles are about to break.
The slightest emotional breakdown will make me release the hell that's bound within me.
For years, I have tried to keep my inner demons under control, looking for a person to make me keep it in check. But no one has.
I need someone to maintain my harmony, not destroy it. I need someone to weigh the balance, not tip it. Someone to keep me in check, not provoke me.
The chains are getting weaker, blood running faster, scars are re-opening. It's only a matter of time before everything becomes black, morphing into pure anger.
The monster inside me yearns to destroy, to eat everything in its path, to consume every bit of good inside of me.
The beast wants to be released and it shall.
So please, my beast tamer, will you come and tie me up once more? Bind me in your chains, restrain my inner demons.
Restore me to what I was before.
For I need a beast tamer, not a provoker.
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Letters of Myls Valentine
PoesieWithin this novel is my life written in letters, in poems that I have written through my toughest times, my darker times. Some holds stories of my past relationships, how I fucked up and caused the inevitable end of it. Some may hold happier memor...
