Monstrous ThoughtsMonster. I'm the monster in the dreams of a child. The being that looms. Darkens and consumes. Out of all those in this living world, why am IMore Like This
MY safety in the swallow. I don't hide in embrace, I hide in my own self; others.
There is no safety for me in weakness, none but loss.
So I am strong. I take. I feel.
Oh do I feel. A cold hand against a hot face.
"Why would you do that, huh? Why would you eat them? You're not supposed to do that you freak!"
It's my own hand... mine. My words...
"They don't like it. Only in your sick mind are they... safe."
Please, c-can I? Won't you please not be scared?
I want... to keep you safe. Say "Hushhhh..." let it linger. Sleep in my hold. The cold hand is warm over my belly when within lies a friend.
Don't tell me I'm bad. Please don't.
Don't tell me I'm selfish, I already know that. I want this...
And I want you...
but I want to protect.