WRITER  .  ARTIST . REAL PERSON


Monster Me

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Monster me.


How can I be


Not who I wanted to be.


Fucked up creation

A Frankenstein soul.

No logic, no control, no trust.

Obsession in darkness

Collecting up tokens of lust.

Miserable me.

Monster me.

Ripped up heart, torn falling apart

Aching wounds newly sewn.

Hiding inside where truth is a lie.

Destiny leading to a dark place alone

Why must this love die?

Wasn’t meant to be -

That I would come to be

Monster me.