the beast you have painted me to be, with your dirty hands, my body like a clean canvas. don't put your filth on me.
there’s a monster in my soul
it’s getting hard to control
because sometimes, at my worst.
this thing happens
my lungs are filled with fire
and it's claws are out
and my tears are hot
and the monsters teeth
break skin like a blade
and now you’re bleeding
this rage in my heart
it’s getting hard to stop
i think it runs in the family, this monster
it jumps from person to person
and now it’s curled up in my chest cavity
it’s made a home in my ribs
it’s torn open my body
and devoured what’s truely it’s to take
your hands weren’t supposed to go there
the monster doesn’t like people who touch me
you touched me
the monster reared it’s head
and now you’re on the ground, shaking
i’m shaking too
i’m sorry
and-
wait
no
no
no
y’know what?
i’m not sorry
fuck you. and fuck that.
i am the monster.
when you see the fire in my chest crackle
you run
like the coward you have always been
i will tear into your body
and rip you to shreds
like the monster you always say i am
i will eat your heart out
in front of you
and your tears will fall, just like mine
hot and liquid.
i have become the monster.
you shouldn’t have put your fucking hands on me.
I related to that so much
this is awsome