The keeper

Sometimes we shatter, and it changes us it hollows us out from the inside and leaves merely the remains... a demon of distortion and destruction

The mental anguish of an empty soul

drained, defeated, withered like a dieing flower

She will fight no more

Her life force almost non-existent

Each step, echoes within her own mind

Not an ounce of wishful determination left

She breaks and tumbles

And then gives in

From behind her very eyes the lights go dim

A darkness taints her fragile tongue

A spirit nessled deep within her mind

It burns with an anger and consumes her soul

She merely watches her limbs no longer her's to control

This demon that fed of the suffering that shook her bones

it grew stronger as she grew weary

And now through no choice of her own it dominated

Her words became bitter filled with heartless scorn

For the world it had slaughtered what she swore to protect

Ripped her so cruely without a care in the world

Filled her with vengeance and hatred for this sorrid ground

Consumed by rage it lay waste to the world

without the gentle soul to calm it

The demon would never be silenced

For its keeper had set it free

Im sorry , poor world

for that demons keeper was me.

But i lay within my golden cage

buried far beneath this uncontrollable rage.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

As they say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned sounds like that ios what this is about