Treasure Island

Natasha Foster

(9/8/1997)

Monster


It drags it's teeth across my chest
to taste my beating heart,
It's fingers claw my skin; tries to
tear it's way in.

I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath my skin;
I know I am the answer,
I feel like a monster.

I kept it caged, but now it seems
he set it running free,
Screaming in the dark, I'll howl
when we're apart;
I hear it now, my loud, beating heart.

I hate what I've become,
The nightmare's just begun.
I know now, that I
have become a monster.

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 20, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is an adaptation of two songs: Stanzas one and three from 'Howl' by Florence & the Machine, and stanzas two and four from 'Monster' by Skillet.
I've always wanted to do that! : P

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