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This could have been a much peaceful world had my mother aborted my demon soul
My teeth are red
My chest is empty
My soul is black
I wasn't born this way
But what do you expect from a demon?
A fairy Princess?
Jokes on you
Your next
  Sep 2014 Beauty Without Eyes
ryn
I see you, monster...
In your sockets bore dead, dark eyes
They hold the blackest of stares
Nebulous swirling pits of demise

Thin lips would spout the most sibilant of hisses
Every so often would curl into a snarl
Dry and chapped, almost unworthy of kisses

Large, rough snout, jutting out like a crag
You sniff around tirelessly for easy targets
Preying on the unsuspecting minds of those under your flag

Tapering chin, sprouting strands of coarse hair
Unkempt and gritty from your last meal
Decaying teeth, crooked due to little to no care

Your face is cratered; tales of trying adolescent years
Wearing a face only a mother could love
Expressionless but it screams out your fears

Ugly jointed limbs that grew out of sync
Disproportionate, misshapen, grotesque
Little noggin with sparse hair, packed within, a brain that thinks


I hear you, monster...
As you stalk your sleepless nights
Nocturnal ambience be your playground
Lurking in the dark; places with no light

Bulky, heavy feet but deft and silent
Can barely notice when you're up and about
As if cloaked yourself stealthy, with steps ever transient

Respire you do, exhaling breaths so gnarly
Ingesting good air, converting into fervid, loathsome notions
With which you paint a portrait so ghastly


I feel you monster...
Deep within the recesses of my heart
Destroying and distorting all that was pure
Testing my will till I should fall apart

You're but the twisted manifestation of conscience
Feeding on my trials and nurturing them into vile abominations
I despise that of you but I seem to have developed dependence


I see you, monster...**
You're horrid and beastly, an embodiment of absolute horror
I await the day that you would finally dissolve
For I am weary of seeing you staring back in the mirror
Still riding out the storm... Please bear with me
  Sep 2014 Beauty Without Eyes
ryn

Fix
me•
Mend
me•Stitch
me•Overhaul
me•Amend me•
Alter me•Modify me
•Enhance me•Patch me•
Adjust me•Heal me•Correct
me•Reform me•Shift me•Renew
me•Remedy me•Rebuild me•Aid
me•Assist me•Change me•Rectify
me•Troubleshoot me•Revive me•
Assemble me•Calibrate me•
Service me•Love me•
Repair me
In dire need of servicing and maintenance... Spare parts are in short supply...
Ask yourself one question
Is she really different?
She may not look EXACTLY like you but,
She's human just like you.
She has hair just like you.
She has a nose just like you.
She has a heart just like you.
She has feelings like you do.
So ask yourself again
Is she really different?
A wicked laugh escapes my throat
I've got you in my sights
Your not getting away this time
I'll get you back for the times you made a fool of me
All the times you laughed at me
All the times you made me cry
But look who's crying now
I scream
Bu no ones hears me
I fall
No one catches me
I send out my heart
No one takes it
Well...
Now I'm just a soulless monster
A Psychotic Demon at best
Now you fear me
Now you notice me
But it's too late to save yourself
I already ate your heart
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