The Monster
Tired, exhausted, extinguished.
It will all become forgiven.
Each your reflection's distinguished,
but soon all will parish, and even
your deepest and most precious secret
will loose the importance and cost.
So burn out your fears in liquid -
in gasoline tears in the frost!
So aim forward, daring and fearless,
don't let the results bring you down!
So SMASH what you're scared of, release this
and don't let a thing make you frown!
The Monster, engraved on the blanket,
is real as long as you wish
and still holds the chains on your anklet
preventing you from the free swish.
It's glory is bitter and faceless,
although, the most steady on earth.
Indeed, you should learn how to bear this
in spite of there is nothing worth.
The Monster is You and your inner
And Everything, sank in disgrace.
Please, swear, that you, being winner,
will never forget it's cursed face.
12/05/2013
NikA
Copyright © Alexandra Nik | Year Posted 2013
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