The Monster
(Just A Short Poem I Wrote A Few Weeks Ago.)
My Eyes Couldn’t Handle It .
The Tears Had Overflown; Slowly Drifting Down My Cheeks .
They Plummeted To The Ground , Drip … Drip .
Like A Faucet With A Leak .
I Picked Up My Blade , Sharp And Ready .
Put It To My Wrist , Ever So Steady .
The Blood Trickled Down My Arm . Taunting Me , Making Me Want To Do More Harm .
I Cut And Cut Until Everything Turned Black .
When I Awoke , I Realized That The Monster Was Back .
The Monster So Sweet , The Monster So Stunning .
The Monster So Real , The Monster So Funny .
I Smiled As I Assessed The Scar .
The Monster Was Here , And I Was So Far .
Where Was I ?
Was I Somewhere Where I Could Fly ?
Fly To Get Away From The Monster ?
I Took A Walk With The Monster , Not Too Long Ago .
He Surrounded Me , So I Had No Where Else To Go .
So I Was Forced To Stay , Forever Remembering This Day .
The Day I Took A Walk With The Monster .
The Day My Life Began To Spin .
I Fought And Fought , I Couldn’t Let The Monster Win .
But , He Kissed My Lips And Out Came Smoke .
Smoke Filled With Fear , Smoke Filled With Bliss .
How Sick Was I To Ever Like This ?
The Monster Then Moved To My Wrist ,
And Again … He Kissed .
And The Monster So Sweet , The Monster So Stunning , Had Won .
He Tasted The Blood … I Know He Liked It .
I Don’t Enjoy The Taste Of Blood , Not One Bit .
But Why Does That Matter ?
The Monster Was In Control .
So I Made That Cut Deeper .
He Tasted The Blood , And His Eyes Rolled Back .
My Blood Was Too Sweet For Him .
But He Didn’t Mind That .
He Loved It , And Out He Blew … A Cloud Of Red .
Nothing Said …
I Took A Huff .
When I Blew It Out , I Knew Enough Was Enough .
I Got Up And Started To Leave . But I Didn’t Get Too Far .
The Monster Attacked And Pinned Me Down .
Down To The Ground .
He Kissed My Lips , I Blew Out Smoke .
The Smell Of Weed Fueled His Need .
He Kissed My Neck And Tasted The Blood .
I Closed My Eyes .
Everything Turned Black ,
And I Was Glad The Monster Was Back .
Because The Monster So Sweet , The Monster So Real ,
Was So Nice .
He Allowed Me Not To Feel …
The Pain.
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