To become a monster

In the midnight meadow 
where the wicked things play 
is where my heart seems to want to stay
In the evil darkness 
where the wild ones rome 
is where I feel quite at home
monsters
lurking
in the darkest 
desprate wood
provides a bone chilling shelter 
none but I monster 
none else could say they understood 
and
I understand 

 

queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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  • Separation

    Why does the rain 
    tap on the window
    when you can't feel it?
    Why will it remind you of 
    the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
    of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 

  • Empty

    The person is empty 
    the person with no identity 
    the one with no personality 
    Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
    Know one seems to know this person anymore 
  • Understanding

    Somewhere in my past
    a sunny snow day haunts me
    the serenity 
    Feels too cliche 
    to enjoy
    I remember the glances out of the window
    on a day that finally feels like spring 
    because winter can be long and dark