Monster

This filthiness
Rushes through my bloodstream
How many secrets do I keep
How many freaks do I keep
Inside where I ask myself every night
How many murders have I plotted

Do you truly understand these words?
The blood is now blurring my view
But did you see the things I saw
On the last day of spring
I think I took a trip
Downstream where I keep my fears
But my memory is blurry
Alas
Everything is blurry

The blood is becoming thicker

The things I saw
The things I heard
I wonder if you see them
I wonder if you hear them
At night when you try to sleep
I miss sleeping
The peace I sacrificed is now my enemy

I wonder if God ever sleeps
These questions feel common to me
These are the only responses I receive
You see my life is ruled on these doubts
I create to give me some meaning
And some redeeming
To my guilt

The blood dries on my skin

Tell me
Do you fear me?
Or
Do you read me?
Do you see these monsters?
Do you hear these voices?
Could these hands be cleared?
Could these doubts be cleared?
Is my mind deceived?
Would you wipe these tears?
Would you relieve my guilt?
Would you save or kill this creature?

Author's Note

Sometimes I find myself thinking things like this, sometimes, I write it down.

Reviews

[Mitzie]

So much to this piece and I enjoyed reading it a few times. great when you can get the thoughts out of the head and on to the paper in a creative readable way. well done. love it

[-inactive now-]

It's always good to write down the things we feel, especially like this, it helps us to get some clarity and move toward feeling better.