Heaven knows I can't change the past,
But hell controls my final path,
That'll lead me to my self destruction,
And the earth's certain doom.
There's nothing I can do,
To stop this power I attain,
But at least I know it won't last,
When the hunters begin to retaliate.
I want to escape the evil I've become,
Because I know deep down it isn't me.
I didn't mean for my thoughts,
To adapt into actions.
I didn't mean for blood to be shed,
In this battle I commenced.
Believe me when I say,
That this monster that stands before you,
Isn't truly me.
I feel disconnected,
From the world and from myself,
Awaiting the day to claim the punishment,
From the crimes I did not commit.
If only you knew,
That I'm not myself anymore,
But still you remain oblivious,
To these scars this monster creates.
It's tearing away my happiness,
With every scratch it inflicts,
And I'm starting to grow familiar,
To this stinging sensation that arises.
I'm a mess,
And there's nothing more I can do,
But wait until the day,
I regain control.
I could take the monster out,
If self destruction was my goal,
But to survive,
I must ensure the pain,
Until the hunter take their aim.
So in the end I'll choose to live,
Even when doom awaits my presence.
About the Creator
Lauren Prideaux
18 year old smol girl
Studying for my English and Creative writing degree
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