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Monsters

She had eyes like caverns

The crystalline water flowing endlessly through

They were the gateway to her past, to her loves lost, and her regrets abound.

"I'm a strong female"

She said

"I can take care of my self"

She screamed, just wishing she could believe it, knowing deep inside she was only hurting herself.

The demons she hides, Clawing their way out, scratching at her

"LET ME OUT!" they scream, only so that she can hear

Never showing anyone her inner most depths.

Never showing vulnerability

For fear she would be cast aside, like a stone blemished and broken.

But I see you, I see your demons, and I see your fears, I see the darkness you hide so well

And I am here to tell you that youre beautiful, if no one else will.

There is so much more to you than you know,

More than you will ever know

Nothing you say will ever change that

Nothing you do, will ever alter that

Because I see you, For who you are.

Your life sprawled unto a sheet of parchment

This isnt your life!

This is what you want to believe is your life

What makes you, Who you are, is the darkness that resides inside of you

It is the fear

The Hate

The Pain

And the Emptiness you feel.

We ALL feel these things

We ALL experience, these emotions, but it is My place, to tell you that I think you're the most lovely entity I have ever witnessed.

"Too much?" you ask.

It is never too much, nothing is ever too much.

The things you fear, are too much, are the things that draw me closer, like a shark closing in on a drop of blood.

These things, that you fear make you ugly, or freakish, I think are what makes you a goddess, amongst average peasants.

I long, for this darkness

I long, for these demons.

Because you are not a monster, you are an angel, in mortal being

Because only in you, does the necessary knowledge, and empathy reside, to understand the broken man inside of me.

Dont you ever forget, that youre walking this earth because you belong here, to counter-balance the atrocity that resides in me.

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corbin-michael
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Jun 17, 2013
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