Monster Inside

He wraps his villainous talons against the pit of my stomach, with all intent to tear me open. And from my entrails, the demon arises. He's not me, not what I used to be. He wears my heart like a trophy, dangling it before my very own dying eyes. I once loved, and that love diminshed, and with its demise I coiled myself into a hollow shell, becoming this beast. Though I created this wretched creature, he is mine, and now he has the reigns. We fuel each other with endless loathing and self pity. He controls me as if I were his little marionette. Despite how vile and evil he may be, he is certainly no novice puppet master. Love is what seperates man and beast, I long to love, to be human once more. Unfortunately, the vacant space that once nurtured my beating heart has been bled dry. I spare no emotions, wept not a single tear. The only shred of humanity I still clung to was desire and envy. I desire everything a mortals life has to offer, and envy everyone who has the privilege to have it.