Nightime Monster

There are some days when night crawls in and I fine myself afraid and alone; darkness gives way to darkness when I open my eyes. The light has left your eyes so what is leading me home now? What is home? Shadowy tendrils grip my wrist burning along the scars ghost pains. I tremble, shake, trying to keep my will firm but inside I can feel it building up, and the monster howls at the cars of his cage she is compliant very willing to open the door, the shaking increases. Her voice continues to whisper inside my mind outside, I suffer the silence night remains dark glass around me. I know inside what letting the monster out will mean, I try to beg my mind elsewhere. Yet feeding the fire, my memories turn to you And she and the monster gather strength in my distress "Please hold me," my voice begs in a broken tone but the dark, has no hands to offer solace with simply encompassing me with nothingness. All around. I continue to hope until the buildup leads to an eruption. A silent scream tearing away at my vocal chords with the pressure of silence feeling the weight of what it is to stay silent then to simply surrender to the scream. She slips in between the cracks that begin to show and opens the door to his cage allowing the monster to plunder through my veins I can feel him, the rush of blood past my ears, he longs to get out, to be let free to slide along my flesh and taste the air all through the jagged lines across my flesh slippery red tongue tasting the air. One, two, three, four, five, six, white smiles leers back from two subdued wrists Our flesh smiles like the monster. He takes his fill, torn skin, blood, and gore I am left to sink below the static numb mixed black and white, with the hue of red along the edges.