DRAGONS BREATHE FIRE

I BREATHE WORDS
AS GOOD AS FLAME

SEE,
YOU CANNOT FORGET
HOW MY SCORN BURNS

"how are you not tired of being?"
*the adrenaline of love

please, leave me here.
let me drown in your silence.

welcome to the chaos of
my falsified being

truly, i lie elsewhere -
among grass blades
and glass leaves

truly, i lie elsewhere -
in a sea of solitude,
a tear-stained beach

here's where my glory lies:
in a desert oasis,
in a mountain's breath

no, no, that's not right -

here's where my glory lies:
i am not glorious.

here's where my secrets hide:
on the edges of my words
as they burst into starstorms

this destruction helps only i

when i was young
i thought the monsters
came from the dark.

now i know better.
the true monsters
hide not under the bed
but behind human skin.

the true monsters
attack not with claws
but with words.