You've created your own monster...IT'S ALIVE, but feel no more.
Carcass of a being.
Motionless.
Rotten-core.
'Monsters need their makers'
Loneliness, it shadows me
Quicker than darkness
Crawls to the surface of my skin
Visibly surrounded by it
Black is all I feel, so this is how it feels to be free
Surrounded by empty souls
Artificial courage used
And because so once was mine
I walk this maze alone
Black is all I feel, so this is how it feels to be free
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
"'Maybe I helped open your eyes, but you saved yourself.'"
No, not saved.
Bury me softly in this womb..
(...)

The Creation.-