She means the world to me…

But the monster in her eye just wants to feed on me..no matter how much she hides it.. Disguises it..

It’s always there.. Lurking.. Waiting…

The monster won’t let me love.. It doesn’t even want her to live…

She claimed she slayed the beast.. But I still see it.. Playing coy.. Fragmented in her emotions…

But love has little to do with this…
It to shall pass..

She will find another.. One willing to sacrifice himself to the beast..

I too shall elope… But with destiny and all she has to offer.. Such so that I can spend each lifetime with her… Comforted by the foreverness of it all…

In this land of the somewhat free and home of the docile… Feed me more is the only anthem…

Chant it with me!

Safeguarding yourself while feeding these monsters is the struggle… All the signs warn us: Don’t feed the monsters!

But how else can I eat… If that’s all I can be…

A hypocrite.. For truth is I can’t feed two monsters…

How can I ever be fit for another… When my own monster is malnutritioned…gaunt because I refused it…

Denied it my love.. But it just refuses to leave…

Can I transfigure who I am?

Become something the parasite can no longer survive on…

Well maybe then… I can honestly show her… That she means the world to me…

Like the time before we bathed in the Red… Basked in the White.. And swam amongst the Blue… And the stars revealed truth instead of enforcing a manifest Destiny…

The stars showed us who we are… Now they just twinkle unnoticed… Refracting the light of the many…representing the hubris of innocence lost…