The monster of grief snarls in my chest,
Wraps me in its arms of steel
It chokes and smothers
Crushing me to smithereens
The acid cloud, acrid smoke,
Breaks down each cell of me
Love obliterated, hope decimated,
I take my stance with the standing dead
The monster rages,
Demanding retribution for sins never committed
Murdering half-forgotten memories,
Its sharp claws now reach for the remains of my heart
Fire in my veins,
Acid in my throat,
Ice in my heart,
Who will surrender first?
Winter bites at my heels, but no distance
Will ever be far enough for me to escape this
The first daring buds to break the snow
Are quickly extinguished
My heart’s inconstant beatings rapidly resign
Wind shifts, the monster is eager for blood
Who’s will it be this time?
The essence of my survival?
The soul of my guilt?
The broken window it uses to peer into my past?
Sick with greed, the monster pillages
All the memories and feelings left
Steels their faces, raids their spirits
Take them, all I need is who they taught me to be.
(inspired by: BMTH – And The Snakes Start To Sing)