Am The Monster You Made

Arms up, heart abandoned. Orges are in tales, confess your fears. Whatever they’re, they ain’t close to what you are about to suss.

I bet whether you can speak the animal language. This guy isn’t willing to negotiate. Whatever you’ve already discerned isn’t an estimate of what you are about to espy above the sea under your ceiling.

Call it duff, despicable, or whatever you may want but be sure it is coming for you.

When I say you caused it, hope you understand where am coming from. Remember you sold my soul and made tattoos of hate on my heart.

You won’t stand the heat.

I want to give you what you bargained for please don’t run before we shoot the final scene.

Even when I kept telling myself that it would be fine, you did boot the pine.

It was your reign, now it's my turn to tan and nurse the wounds you caused. All I wanted was to live in peace but you didn’t give me even a piece of it.