Love: The Two Faced Monster

A twisted nightmarish look on love itself and the beast that lies within it.

Love: The Two Faced Monster

The demon approaches,

and as I lay alone,

I fear its approach,

for I know I cannot escape a thing I accidently created for myself,

it is waiting for me,

 

to fall back into its cruel spell,

it is a trap,

but a trap that is ever so tempting,

it is sinful,

it is lust,

 

it is life,

it is in my heart,

and it knows I need it,

which it will surely use to its advantage,

and it will surely use that information to torture me,

 

as I think to myself,

as I sit in the center of an absolutely pitch black room,

I soon realize that I am in the bitterness in the bitter darkness of my own mind,

the demon is waiting to strike,

and then I see them,

 

the person whom I love,

I see come forth from the darkness,

they grab my by hand,

and pick me off the floor,

and then I notice trap has been placed,

 

my love suddenly transforms into the evil monster,

and it has no fear of me any longer

for it has just won the battle,

and where my love’s hand was,

there is now a sharp tentacle laced with thorns,

 

and the more I struggle to escape,

the more it hurts,

the monster is sick and twisted,

a nightmarish being,

staring at me with its revolting eyes,

 

it is of two colors,

blue and blood red,

and has two faces,

both which would terrify even the dead,

and it laughs an evil laugh,

 

both voices of the two faces ringing out at the same time,

one happy,

and one sad and  utterly downtrodden,

the monster pounces into me,

painfully crawling down my throat,

 

but I swallow the pain,

and now the monster has control over me,

 and the monster’s name...is love.

Author's Note

I would like to know what this poem made you feel in your heart. Did it effect your view on love?