There is a little Monster that lives
somewhere inside my heart.
It dies when the heart does forgive,
but my rage is my art.
So It thrives, Greedy and Gluttonous.
Unchecked, It grows both day and night
off my wrath, my venom.
Like the apple, It grew large with spite,
and became my Kingdom.
The Parasite, my heart It's sustenance.
I hide It from the light, my Secret,
from those who may despise.
They shan't be able to take It,
It warms my soul with lies.
It's music, divine in Its dissonance.
When the Monster sees my love,
It withers like a Shade.
But my wrath I hold above,
To lose It, I am afraid.
Omnipotent in Its belligerence.
When the Monster sees my enemy,
It gives me my purpose.
It snuffs out my shriveled empathy,
and my hatred acts wordless.
I tear out my heart, and **** with indifference.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
There is a little Monster that lives
somewhere inside my heart.
It dies when the heart does forgive,
but my rage is my art.
So It thrives, Greedy and Gluttonous.
Unchecked, It grows both day and night
off my wrath, my venom.
Like the apple, It grew large with spite,
and became my Kingdom.
The Parasite, my heart It's sustenance.
I hide It from the light, my Secret,
from those who may despise.
They shan't be able to take It,
It warms my soul with lies.
It's music, divine in Its dissonance.
When the Monster sees my love,
It withers like a Shade.
But my wrath I hold above,
To lose It, I am afraid.
Omnipotent in Its belligerence.
When the Monster sees my enemy,
It gives me my purpose.
It snuffs out my shriveled empathy,
and my hatred acts wordless.
I tear out my heart, and **** with indifference.
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