Monster... A Story

I met a monster in the mirror
Dancing alone I saw him cry
In fits of pain he leaned on
Onto his cane, wings broken
In his hands he held a token
He took a white... white rose
I tightened my hand without a sound
Blood dripping from its black thorns
I am treated, with hate and scorn
Then like an artist with a brush
I stain the petals in a rush
The monster tells me I am doomed
For all flowers die after they bloom
She is standing there
There is a man
Their lips touched, I cannot breathe, I panic. I ran. I cannot think
I cannot sing. I cannot cry
I cannot fly. I cannot write
I cannot laugh. I cannot love. I cannot watch
We can realize our dreams
You see? The sea is black, and the moon is bright



Credits
Writer(s): Vi-s0
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