I scream with rage at the fury of the storm
that threatens to overtake my very soul.
With my last dying breath
I curse the girl that I once was.
So was stupid and so naive.
A last burst of pain
to end the years of agony.
Blackness meets me
with wide open jaws.
One last scream and I’m gone.
I wake up as a beast of hate
No longer human, no longer alive.
With appearance changed to one of horror,
I plague the ones who deserted me.
No longer alone, I am hunted by men.
Kill the monster the multitudes cry!
Escaping their wrath I try to hide,
snarling with hatred thirsting for revenge.
But there is one who I focus on instead.
I see him standing tall among the crowd.
He seems to be silent, not shouting at me.
His eyes speak volumes, anxious and pleading.
A rekindling of a heart I thought was dead
For even in my darkness, my heart recognized him.
Calming my rage I let him approach.
Standing still before each other.
One is pure and beautiful.
The other a monster, ugly and vile.
What can this angel of men do?
Is it possible this beast can still live?
But the crowd of men surge forward,
pushing the young man away.
They won’t let the monster that I am,
take another life ever again.
Bullets pierce my hideous frame.
Despite the beating that I receive,
I howl and scream a protest to late.
With his name now clear on my twisted heart
I lie there once again ravaged by men.
It is to late my love, I am far to gone.