Monster In My Head
BETRAYER of worlds, EVIL mongrel, you
REEK of the poison which delivers one
Final BLOW to my buzzing brain.
Alone, I shall survive, as I always do.
Hell hath no FURY like the sweet revenge
I shall set upon you.
I will not lie or wander in this
Purgatory any longer, questioning and
Writhing in PAIN.
Gaslight me again and I shall set you
AFLAME.
Not a threat, not a threat, but a
Promise.
Copyright © Sunday Chenoweth | Year Posted 2023
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