Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Monster Doesn't Always Live Under Your Bed...

So I was feeling despondent about a year ago and decided to write my heart song. Pretty creepy when you think about it. :P

Anyway, I hear the one pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean when I read this;  only creepier. Not the pirate with one eye but his friend. :P


Hello, poppet.

Are you home?

Are you there?

The monster wants to come out and plaaay. Come play with me.

Come run your fingers through my coarse green hair.

Stare into the emeralds of my eyes.

Let me feed you the blood that runs through my veins.


Feed on me.

Feel me.

Embrace me.




Be the monster you were meant to be.

Take all those pure notions and cast them out.

I am all that matters now and I want you to feed on me.

I want you to want me.

I want you to desire me.

I want to fill you with all of my essence and all of me.

Your pain is my passion.

Passion that is fed back to you with vigor and demand.

Passion that lights your eyes and sets your heart pounding.

You have no idea how I need you, do you?

You have no idea how my heart races when you are near.

You think you know me, but you don’t.

You don’t even know yourself.

You don’t even know how much your body craves my attentions.

You don’t understand how your heart aches to be filled with me.

You will never understand.

And I will never satiate you.

I will never satisfy the lust you have.

I will never soothe your soul with my presence.

I will curdle your heart and boil your blood to where you are nothing but me.

I am you.

Have you not noticed yet?

Do you not see me when you look in the mirror?

Do you not feel me when you touch yourself?

Do you not taste me on your lips with your tongue?

We are one.

And the more your heart hardens the more you crave me.

The more you crave me the more your heart will harden.

Soon, and very soon, by the time I’m done you will cease to exist.

I will be you and I will love it.


Look in the mirror.

Who do you see?

Hello, poppet.

It’s me.