There is this one thing,
That forever devours my soul,
It slashes against my heart,
And destroys my security.
It never leaves,
It forever smiles its evil smile.
Eyes of poison and blood,
Fangs of destruction and terror,
Claws of bitterness and envy,
A life of malice and hatred.
Though I hate it,
And want it to die,
It never does,
And will forever be a part of me.
It will forever hang on and make me hate myself,
It will make me resent my existence,
And believe all contentment is in vain.
In all this,
Dying in my monster's presence,
Slowly being strangled by his eternal grasp,
Why must I continue to endure?
Life is life,
It is not meant to be a monster,
But here it is,
Breathing down my neck,
And inhaling my soul.
Life is not meant to be my monster.
YOU ARE READING
The World Inside My Mind
شِعرThe poetry I have have written for in this book is meant to create a scene inside your mind as you read. They will be descriptive and, more often then not, will have a fantasy theme. Enjoy!
