This Beast Of Me
Does it really matter when I draw the blade?
Do you truly care about memories that fade?
You told me that night, to flee or fight
So now I'm just calling on the belief that I am right
Do you have the power to judge me?
Not on the person I was but the animal which I shall be
Or the ability to retrieve my heart from the abyss
That has eaten my soul with one simple kiss
If you believe in what I once was you're a fool
I am now a part of the darkness that I rule
The words you said, and the whispers I heard
Once so deafening, now have re-emerged
So I look at you now and hope to see
A being that can finally set me free
Someone who can handle this version of me
Or kill the me that this beast causes me to be
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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