A Monster, A Demon Poem by Sierra Kavanagh

Through the eyes of your tormentor
You were saved
The world was shattered
But you held onto false hope
Was it better this way?
Was it you who should have been left in the grave?

You say you have a soul
How do you explain being so cold
Its not possible for one without a heart
Does it make you wonder why it still beats
Your eyes hold a world of their own
Is it really so hard to accept what you've become?

What you always were was always the question
How could someone, something like you be saved?
Can you admit you're a monster
To whom are you their world?
What world could house one without a soul without a problem?
A hollow shell is not meant to wander

You've become a demon, just as by the hand you were saved
Still do you find it hard to silence your hatred?
What or who do you hate?
Yourself has always been your answer
Does that remain true?
To whom does your soul belong?

No one, you have no soul to give away
A broken doll is what you are
Seething with hatred, How long can you hold on?
Is there any hope for a demon like you?
Can this question ever be answered?

The harsh truth is it won't be
Who could answer you?
You are aware your bones will one day turn to ash
Can a demon like you disappear?
You say you were once loved
With a past like yours, who would believe you now?