Monster

Sharp words, Cutting deep

Wounded soul, bleeding heart

Left on the floor in tatters, torn apart 

Were I not a monster I would weep

Yet I have no time and promises to keep

As I make my way through the dark day 

Of absence sleep 

Yet dream of the love that slipped away 

Because a monster doesn’t know how to say you are it’s everything 

When it is nothing

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