Monster

If I were to see you again today, I think I'd truly break.
This must be how a wounded animal feels, moaning and whining inaudible sounds,
incomprehensible noises on the floor. Writhing around in pleasure and in pain: blurry
eyed, messy haired, plenty of sighing from inside this chest. Distaste written all over
my face. No one can stop heads from sinking or tears from drowning a heart in
sorrow - they always come anyway. Breathing starts to become difficult and it's a while
before this monster returns to it's cage, only once in a while can it be let out to roam
around in rage; just think of the damage it could cause otherwise.

Plants aren't much better either. That orchid I gave you long ago deserves a better
home; the purity is all lost on you. The whiteness was tainted the moment your skin
touched it. What is now left is a shell of what once was, a bottomless black devil-plant
decaying at the very sight of you. Withered and shriveled is the part of me that still loves
you. I am an animal. Distorted features creep over me and drag me down to the darkness.

My light has gone out and deserted me, my light that guided me through each day has
been distinguished to deathly silence, my light has been lost in a instant to the world
without a backwards glance.