I sit here at home, confused and alone, my pain wanders away for a time. It allows me to see the beauty around me, but then it comes back crashing so hard, to freeze my soul again. Should I stay in this land, or should I die by my hand and take control of the pain the only way I can. My loved ones would miss me, but what about the monster inside me, the one that grows every time? How can they see any beauty in me, when that monster’s around all the time? Beating and beating, breaking and breathing to be set free from this soul of mine. My heart hasn’t long, and I know the reason why, the beast has awoken, why would he lie? My pain can last from future to past, and the beast within me is set. Now the hole in my soul is perhaps before the hole in the ground, where finally my soul may rest.
