Beautiful Monster

 Constantly flowing, speaking, screaming
Constantly lying, abusing, accusing
Constantly asserting, coercing, demanding
Seeping into one’s being
Eating one from inside, yet no nourishment is received
The lies are beautiful and prey on desperation, anxiety, and self-loathing
The promises sing words of comfort to those shattering into pieces
Disguising itself as the key to happiness, it grabs hold
It gives warm hugs and comforts
But soon the warmth is gone and there is only ice
Ice inside a prison cell made from lies
No concern or wondering
Drugged to obey
Strangled by the hands that had once nurtured
Berated by the lips that had once complimented
Fearful, exhausted, and in pain
Lonely, trapped, and maimed
Escape is only possible
When the soul is crushed and the body becomes dust in the wind