their blood
stains your hands,
pooling in the creases
of your skin,
and it is
all
your
fault.
you were not born
a monster.
you did not come into this world
with hatred on your tongue
and bloodlust in your heart.
monsters are created.
this is who
you have become
because you're
a little too broken.
a little too hollow.
a little too cold.
the world has
torn you down
far too many times
for you not to lash out
in fury.
redemption
isn't possible
for people like you.
you've crossed the line,
torn the veil
between darkness
and your humanity.
even the ghost shy away
from your shadow.
now you must look
at the monster you've become
and accept
that there's no
turning back.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
