Monster and I

Blackness in the trees.

There is a monster.

A monster only I can see.

To live a true life is one of liberty.

But while i foster this horror.

I can never be free.

Some say to be free,

is to be unburdened.

But I feel my skin elate,

my bones crack with no escape,

speak in tongue my heart cannot translate.

And I see only the fear,

fewer people to care

I push you away,

No more hurt.

Please!

Do NOT come near!

I hurt.

So you must hurt.

Not by action.

But by repercussion.

I starve me.

Yet you run thirty?

This is why you end up hating me.

Why can't I live with this monster?

Why must you pet him when he bites?

You yell at me when he does.

I stopped the assault.

Did I not warn you?

This is my fault.

Show of hands with missing fingers,

for all who feed him too.

But show of hands of all who

visit him and dont know it.

No one?

Don't care for you.

Yet you flock to me?

My laughter will hide him.

But only for a moment

We are one in the same.

My monster and I.

That smile on my face,

for my teeth are crooked.

My fingers snap,

and the blood runs a tension.

Nails on my neck.

Rails down my spine.

I should have mentioned.

When I no longer see the tunnel light.

The matter is of fact.

I have lost all rhyme.

Yet.

I sit here.

Waiting.

As if I have the time.

You think I want this monster?

Like I have him on purpose!

He howls when the time comes to feed.

I tremble at him!

He sees dinner.

I sense his presence.

As he draws near.

I pray.

No one come here.

You'll think I'm feeding him.

Do you wanna be a rib to spare?

Those bones that crack,

are all that's left over.

My blood is drained.

Red rover.

Red rover.

It did this to me!

Or did it?

It bites my hand,

for I am the one to feed it.

Am I to blame for this monster?

The one that hunts me.

You will fall prey to it.

Everyone does...

For I am a monster.

A monster only I can see.