The Monster

 

The doors are locked, the windows bolted

The lights are off, the dangers noted

A knife my shaky hands a clasping 

By the door for air I`m gasping

I`m armed, my valuables out of sight

It`s time, I`m ready for a fight

You have received my warm invite

Dear Monster, you are coming here tonight!

Or maybe you could just break in

Through the walls you might seep in

Like a bodiless creation horrifying 

Unearthly, time and space extensible, so petrifying!

And I`m deserving, I agree

That thing I`ve done, the deed!

Condemned by every living being

Condoned by those few fools, deprived of feeling

The thing that makes you burn at stakes

You could be drowned, it`s what it takes

You don`t get through it, you just suffer

No time to see if it could make you tougher

I was forgotten, I was then

The beast I woke up in its den

Then I was running through the trees

I`m sure it saw me, it is here

It was stupid of me to come home

To let it catch me all alone

It might breathe fire in to my home

I can feel its filthy warmth!

It can, it will, it may

For certain, nothing I can say

I don´t know it, but it knows me

My actions it can probably foresee

And I stand here armed at home

I know the monster round me roams

I should have written testaments, and wills

This is the last of me they`ll ever see

The lights are dancing in my eyes

Intensifying, fireworks, exciting signs

They blur my vision, cloud my mind

Along with a horrendous sound sometimes

I`m out of breath and sore

Helpless here against the local lore

It materialised and pays me visit of respect

This way to say it, might be more correct

My arms are getting weak, the weapons heavy

I`ve been holding them for days, so steady

are my legs, unyielding 

I cannot keep up shielding

I don`t have long, it feels

I stand still, another layer of my soul, it peels

Away and down it falls, it turns to dust

Away like the other ones, and lost

It has become my air, my trade

It is of what I have been made

it is my only calling

My modus operandi, so appalling 

But what am I to do with all these skills?

The monter`s gone, it left me eternal chills

I`m still on guard, standing at the door

I´m still sleeping curled up on the floor

Waiting for the monster to arrive

Because I should have never been alive

I am the designated sinner

And every time I get much thinner

I get to pay in flesh

I put it at the door, its fresh

Even when its gone, I give it food

I don`t know, maybe… it is good!

To know that I can undertake an action

It makes feel a little better, just a fraction!

It looks so strange to you, no wonder

It makes no sense to ponder

It`s bound for monsters to arrive

I`m bound to be prepared for a fight!

It`s what i do, you see, It`s how I live

it is my life, it`s what I weave

My contribution to the world so vast

A curse, not blessing, I would say at last

Caught in this vortex falling down

Still in the same place when I look around

My monster, dear, where are you?

My life`s so boring without you!

I have to conjure up another one

I need to feel this fear constantly around

Cause bother, agony and fear seduce me

I`m lifeless when there`s nothing to reduce me

To a feeble leaf, that`s thrown around

Living in the shadows, faceless, without sound

I`ll keep the knife close to my chest

Yes, I`ll pass again this test

Looking forward to the next one

As long as I become undone

It is the way they`d want me there

To them, I know, it`s fair. 

Copyright ©thescribblerinthebooth

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