I breath, slowly inhaling the hate.
Savoring the taste licking the disappointments,
Walking like a devil, destroying all
that dare to look at my dripping scars.
With iron fist and rock in my heart,
void of any kind of emotion.
Red painted on my house,
surviving in a room with no exits.
I’m a beast that has no footprints.
I leave no clue for the men to cage me down.
I exhale fire; volcano people say.
Can’t be tamed, for my veins have nothing but poison.
My origins remain a mystery; even to me.
A sudden surge for power, covered me with tar.
A sudden hunger to inflict fear to the other beating heart,
made me a monster from just another victim on the street.
Nights are hard at times,
when the memories crawl towards me.
I dive into a world where the walls turn into art frames,
where I feel numb and don’t have to face my demons.
I often feel the end, smiling at me.
Like it will consume me soon.
I decide to fight it with my claws,
Scratching my way out, spilling blood universally.
I can’t stop now, the venom has possessed my humanity,
The rage has given me fuel to carry on.
Though chained me to rot alone,
I feel alive; like never before.