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Celia Elliot Dec 2014
You’ve seen me from the beginning
You’ve been witness to the creation of a monster.
I was born as a creature of the Night.
I’d never laid eyes on light.
Scarcely visible through the smoke,
I wandered around looking for Hope.
Hope, only a thing I’ve heard, never seen.
Something I imagine could wash me clean.
Rid me of my evil stains
Cleanse me of my secret shame.
Through the darkness, I saw the light
It was so strange, so unknown
So exquisite how the glimmer shone.
Fear overcame my curious soul,
But my thirst for knowledge
Conquered the whole.
I rushed to discover the glint of light
Forgetting the cautiousness,
Forgetting the fright.
The sliver of light grew and grew
Until no more darkness I knew.
Celia Elliot Dec 2014
When I look in the mirror,
It’s not what you’d think.
What I see is the Monster in me.

The Monster in me,
Waiting to come out.
Screaming, “Set me free! Set me free!”

You’ll never know when you look at me
I’m trying to contain the beast.
Rattle the cage, pick the lock, “Set me free! Set me free!”

Not some kind of Jekyll and Hyde
More than a masquerade.
Happy on the outside, raging on the inside.

Beating on the doors of my heart.
Don’t anger me, I’ll set free
The Monster in me.

“Just let me out”
“It won’t hurt”
“Set me free! Set me free!”
this was the first poem I wrote that I actually thought was goodish
Celia Elliot Dec 2014
The morning fog dissipates
As it rolls from my mouth
The skulls never say yes
They try to sabotage my path
Crashing trees inside of my head
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Voices drive me to trudge through the darkness
Particles of light reflecting in the fog
My only source of sight
The voice of El Valiente guides me
Would trusting be a good decision?
El Valiente leads my soul
Dancing to an unholy melody
The deceptive truth sparks a revelation
My heart’s on fire like a sparkler
Fueled by a truthful lie
When will I wake from this beautiful nightmare?
Do I even desire consciousness?
Do I love this, or do I fear?
Unable to articulate dread,
One sees no cause,
Assumes no end.
To avoid all manners of judgment,
This is my belief.
Celia Elliot Dec 2014
Welcome to my funeral.
I dug my grave,
Buried myself in you.
I saw the caution signs
Yet kept moving towards you.
Ignoring the warnings
Blinded by lust.

I tried to drag you down
Down into my casket.
I tried to make you drown
‘Cause I knew we’d never outlast it,
We’d never escape our fate.
I saw the end from the start
Never thought I could break my heart.

All this was just a plan
Simply a hoax
To make you choke.
Yet somewhere in this scheme
I fell for you and left everything.
It was only meant to be a pretense
But the feelings I had for you grew so intense.

I began to love you, despite these lies.
There was so much trust inside of your eyes.
I couldn’t stand to hurt you anymore
Someone so amazing mustn’t be with such a *****.
I went to rest inside of my coffin
‘Cause I saw my heart starting to soften.


My ribs are crumbling
Crushing my lungs,
My lungs filling with dirt
As I shovel to fill the hole.
My chest is caving in
Who knew it would be so hard to breathe
So hard to breathe without you.

— The End —