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The monster within

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JessIsFinallyDeviant

Published: Oct 23, 2015

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I don't remember my name.

I'm done with pretending;
I can't live defending,
Can't foresee the ending
To my own game.

I can't find tomorrow,
In nothing I know.
I'm living in sorrow,
Have no time to borrow
And life is so hollow
When living in shame.

Everything's shallow,
But no one's to blame.
Watch me and my shadow:
We're not the same.

Afraid of myself,
I'm hiding inside;
And I can't divide
The bad from the kind.
Still,nothing I see
Is something I find
Because of the evil
That's crawling inside.

Come,say my name,
Don't watch me win!
Defy me in battle
And don't give in!
Don't let me end
Where you begin.
'Cuz I am the monster within.

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I was inspired to write this after I saw the theme for a contest ^^ Pretty predictable,huh?

Here's the link to the journal for the contest :
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You still have time to join so...be inspired ^^

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Redsterfish

Mar 25, 2018

Yeah it´s the sad beast, like Frankenstein or some Oscar Wilde monster mirror stuff.
And it´s the inner devil talking... sometimes we hear it loud and clear, talking to somebody else but us

19 th century upper class lyrics, drenched with the fine wine of self - pitty.
BUT very psycho and nicely wrapped into verse and rhyme, not though it is complete trying to find the answer of what it really is.
When did you have your last Byron Port?

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