The Monster Part 3
He has ecsaped
He consumes Everything
Happiness, Love, Light, warmth
and he oppresses them into darkness.
but those are not enough,
now he wants my soul
and he wants my heart.
He's hiding
Waiting to strike
He's waiting t avenge himself;
upon me for locking him up,
upon the world for abandoning me,
for ignoring me, for hurting me.
For ignoring him.
I question myself
How did he get loose,
How did he get out,
and can i rechain him?
I'll get him while he sleeps
and while he dreams.
so i must wait,
wait for his
moment of weakness.
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