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My Monster

Darkness has poured into my living room now 
Didn't it always visit at my bedroom under the quilt?
I am clueless as when it's began following me wherever I proceed


my eyes are not getting used to this realm
Perhaps I am buried inside a grave/ my very own grave
I am not sure if it's too dark in here 
or I have simply gone blind and denying the case


Darkness hovers, sniffing my pale face
when I breathe in
Sometimes, it even sneaks into my crumbled veins
Making my heart covered in steel chains

There are days that my monster gets too tired
it curls up and rests on my burdened chest
staring into my eyes with his sharp deep glaze
chewing on all my dried up faith

I tried to become its best friend
My monster did not snuggle - It was too late when I discovered  -
They can smell your fear
and mock you when in your agonizing tears

I am buried down in my own grave
no one is weeping at my funeral however
my crop smiles at them, politely nods
they say "You look Good!" and just pass by
I wish I could tell them about my monster
But what's the point when you know it's just useless

I just cross my arms instead and watch the walls
till my monster grabs me from neck at once
Staring into my eyes, digging out old pains
Drooling over my spirit after he's done with my soul


my eyes are not getting used to this realm
Perhaps I am buried inside a grave/ my very own grave
I am not sure if it's too dark in here 
or I have simply gone blind, waiting for Him to show up- to save?

Copyright © Rahy Hy | Year Posted 2016

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