"Monster' By Cassandra Freiborg 4-05-04
is a monster within my soul,
bound down but I've lost control.
Time slowly ticking by,
inside myself I start to cry.
I've crossed that line,
from which no turning back,
and as I slit each wrist,
I wander off the right track.
I can feel myself slowly dying,
and if there is a god,
he know's that I've been trying,
To undo the wrongs, that I have done,
but hope floats away with the setting sun.
Like a rose that's withered, dying,
in my mind I've been denying,
that the blood flowing from me was not mine,
but the monster's blood that did the crime.