SF (15/4/90 / dampier)

I Em A Monster

I am here to tell you a story.
This is a nightmare,
I find it hard to breathe
My eyes are stung by daylight
The smell of blood still crawls
His body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn
lay in my arms and cuddle me close
I kiss you softly goodbye, Baby
Will I ever be able to sleep again?
Soon this will be just an awful memory...
I will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night
The emptiness will haunt you
I can describe the stark and utter horror of the night that he died
A man like you will always be such a tragic part of me
Tell me I'm dreaming.
Your icy flesh is lying, your pallid skin still glows
I watch the blood drip from the corners of your mouth
You're still so beautiful and yet so morbidly still
I'm starting to believe what my eyes are seeing now
What have I done to him?
Sweet revenge... She will pay
The mirror says it all, a crimson story of innocence lost
Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone
My stomach heaves as I see the blood that covers me
Blood that was once his.
They know
Everybody knows
I see what they see
Nyx forgive me!
I'm a monster!
A mirror never lies
So terribly memory returns of his struggle, of his screams, of him
... Such an awful memory...

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