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.
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