The Monster

 
   The world I see is grey and black. I walk with not even a shadow.

 I reach out my hand into the darkness, I feel the cold wall of my cave.

       The drip of the water behind me, reminding me of my thirst.



I turn around and look into the blackness. Something is there,

it shouldn't be there. Why is it there? How did I not hear?

It is looking at me, I do not like that look. That hunger!



The one I have fed the most, the creature that I loved most!

It dived toward me, flying through the air. Taking a bite out of my chest.

I did not fight, I knew she would leave. Yet, no. She licked my wound.

        My confusion, my desire for her, my love for her.



She was only a creature, only a monster to the world. To me, something to love.

I was not dead, I only felt dead. My skin would heal, but my insides could not.

I left her alone, the creature, I left her alone. It was time for me to leave.

                             But it was her who truly left.



I walked to the light, the blinding light. I wanted to walk to the world, but it was there,

it was there that it happened. It was there that I made the choice to become what I am.

The poison, the poison to turn me into a monster. I took it, and pain I no longer felt.

I no longer felt the pain, I was painless, numb. I was neither happy nor sad.

 I was dead, but not entirely. I was without emotion, yet my hunger was for meat.