Monster
My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died
The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste
The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold
The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be
The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase
The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near
Shayla Dendinger
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