poison-based, angry-faced words
rhyme and rhythm forgotten, in the face of
the present revelation.
he writes his soul in scarred letters
a shade of red he has never known before
overtakes his soul.
he had a dream the night before
one that would terrify any "normal" human,
one that should have scared him.
but while the sacred nightmares
would have caused anyone else to scream,
they were what he wanted most.
and the bruises on his skin
the quiet indigo
they reveal that he is a monster on the inside.