• *Please give me good critiques...because the publishers aren't giving me enough of it. -.-' A reminder: Not all poems have to rhyme. ^_^*

    The monster.

    I am sitting here
    hanging upside down on the ceiling
    I am the chandelier
    left staring
    with this colorful gift you gave me

    As leaves fly away to die
    so does the touch upon these letters
    buttons marked with words
    too improper to speak
    Speak like the push of the button
    speak like the voice that dies on my lips

    The monster does not await far
    not far enough to delete my distance
    and now he is above
    and I can hear him, he's breathing in my every
    Essence
    and with every breath consumes me

    He hates the way I am
    and he tells me that there is not very much more
    and the pieces left
    the pieces left inside he will very soon
    Devour
    devour like he did before
    and engulf the rest that I fought hard
    brutally hard to bore

    And I am sitting here again
    hanging upside down on the ceiling
    the blood rushing to my head
    left staring
    staring
    staring and waiting
    and taunted by
    this colorful gift you gave me.