there's a beast inside me, clawing to get out at any means necessary,
he likes to wear my skin as a mask, hiding behind me, using me to take his blows,
he ties my intestines around his scars as bandages, to stop his own bleeding and suffering,
he blows up my stomach like a balloon, reminding himself that he's still breathing,
he uses my bones to grind up the drugs that keeps his mind off of his own beast,
but he holds my heart as if it were a delicacy, protecting it because there's no one to protect his own, no one to treat it like a delicacy.
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Desiderium
Poetry"hold the world but as the world; a stage where every man must play a part, and mine is a sad one." - William Shakespeare
