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A Monster Created
The open mind is a dangerous playground for obscene thoughts to prey.
Innocence lost to an open mind.
I explore all realms of self-discovery, only to find the monster lying beneath was not predator but prey.
A victim of a mind, of sorts, urged by my own self to fail, fall short, and ultimately self-destruct.
Imagine being out of control and feeling completely content, on a road to nowhere; crashing hard into a concrete wall, just before falling to your demise.
The pain is great.
There are parts of you that you cannot save, but you salvage what is left and rebuild.
In pieces, broken and strewn, you pick up whats left and carry on.
Your mind is shattered. Your vision lost.
Emotions run at a trickle.
Lightning strikes and you are recreated: a monster, a second chance given to you as a last resort.
Now, all you need to do is prove you are not the same, but better.
Skeptics flock to view the new you.
Bitter at the skeptics sneers, you withdraw into the night.
Emotionless, you fight with no heart; it is the one thing that was broken beyond repair.
Your mind buzzes with unclear and unclean thoughts.
With no will or ability to control the urges, you fall to addictions of all sorts, spinning a web of deceit in your wake.
Skeptics fall to every whim. A trust is rebuilt.
You have won the battle with the only enemies you have, but the war is only a few steps behind you; it closes in on your heels.
Like a true soldier you set up your defenses. You hold up the fort that is penetrable by no man.
Shots are being fired and you feel them, but you stand your ground.
Then you realize your defenses are low because youre actually feeling the pain.
Bleeding out, you gasp for air but there is no relief.
Your defenses were so strong they left you to die; to defend something that was killing itself.
From the thick of the battle you hear a voice echoing from the depths of your mind.
Stop fighting. You are the monster. You will not survive. Your defenses are strong, yes, but you have nothing left to defend. You are bleeding out from wounds you inflicted on yourself, and the pain you feel is not your own, but that of all the others who have watched you evolve into a beast. Let down your guard and walk with them. They are your only chance.
So, with what is left of you, you stumble out of the night into the daylight that burns you like a brand on your face.
You see the skeptics standing before you like a panel of bias judges, set out to condemn you.
Then, the sweetest sound youve ever heard pierces the deafening silence.
I love you Phillip Ryan.
And with that, the heart of the monster breaks, like a rock through stained glass.
The same heart you thought lost is now in the hands of an angel who kept it for you.
Still a monster, you fall to her feet and beg and plead for your heart, hoping its reinsertion will stop the agonizing pain.
The angel steps forward. She is so beautiful that you lunge in retreat.
But the pain is paralyzing now.
You scream, Please! I swear, Ill never.
With no emotion she turns away, leaving behind your heart.
Without hesitation, you scramble for your heart. You replace it to find no relief.
Agonizing pain falls on you like boiling oil.
You writhe in pain for some time
until the angel returns with outstretched arms and tears falling like spring rain.
She holds you close to her soothing you with every breath she takes.
You are a monster and you dont deserve this.
I am the monster. I dont deserve this life, but for whatever reason, I have been given this life. I only hope the monster can one day be tamed, and the angel can be set free.
To my angel, Alissa
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