Monster 2

A Poem by winter;lyra

And I tell you
Even though it still rushes through my bloodstream
It seems like the darkness within
Has found its light
And it is all clear now
The secrets
The freaks
The murders

And if you never understood
The words I spoke
On the day misunderstood the dark
I spare you the fear
Of becoming me
So you can see the sky
With hopeful eyes

The blood never dried

And for the things I saw
And for the things I heard
I'll name my hero
And allow to you dream
Of what I mean
His name his Truth
(Sometimes I call her Death)

And you'd be surprised to know
That god never replied
Or perhaps he did
Perhaps my doubts
Were all but lies
Perhaps I even knew
back then..
Who knows?
You?
Him?
He's dreaming
Soon you will be, as well
As for me
I'll keep creating these doubts
And redeeming
My greed

The blood never dried

And you
What did you do
Once the monster cried
One surely asked
Do monsters cry?
Had he been saved
What would have been?
Of the dreams
He chose not to dream
Well..
Seemingly
He floats
To this day
Adrift that river
Downstream
Somewhere uncertain
Yet certain
To provide answers