Monster
often times i try to fly
try to fly up to the sky
then the monster yanks me down
like a bird with breaking wings
ripped, torn
bleeding everywhere
until your forbidden bandaid reawakens
opening your eyes
to new sights
opening your mind to new thoughts
new experiences
at first you start to like it
until it opens you too far
until you start to break
until your begging it to stop
screaming, pleading
terrified of whats to come
when you have finally have had your fun
and have had enough
the monster doesnt want to stop
and the monster is in control
it is eating you alive
consuming you
shredding you
ntil you are noithing but a thought
an idea
and when there is nothing left of you
the monster moves on to its next victim,
while you are withering
dying,
dead.
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