Clawing At My Grief

Too late you push into my sphere to breach my secret lair, how dare you seek and find me here within this raptured air! Be gone before I swallow down the essence of your shape. Your ups and downs, your sight and sound, and at your neck the nape. A tender sample of a soul too empty to explain, I shall not venture to extol, my agony and pain. Not every monster has a heart though you will not believe, I was a monster from the start your love will not relieve the darkness waiting to consume your light just like a thief , now leave me gnashing on my doom, and clawing at my grief.