Creature

So this is what I’ve become. An accumulation of my thoughts that I’ve run from for far too long. They’ve caught me, and snagged my skin. Ripping away my sanity, leaving only the skeleton of my past. What do you see? When you look at me? Through my cage, the mutilated beast that’s so starved of light and love that it’s become a depressive lump of flesh. The creature screams in agony, gasping for air. Reaching and clawing at even the smallest sign of life. It’s narrow spine twisted and snarled with the unexplainable terror it’s story holds. Dare you glimpse into the eyes of the soulless creature ? What would you see? Nothingness, and a reflection of the darkness the inside of its mind holds. Hope has long left behind this abused and retched being. The blood that stains its mind envelopes every expression on its face, down to the crooked smile that’s been stitched there by years of rehearsed emotion.