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The Beast Inside...
The beast inside…
© 2017 SachikoMochiko " Sachi Ruaya
What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…
Cracks…that’s how the light comes in.
You found that someone,
Who you deem; is the last piece of you
O’ but that one…that other one just "
…
How long will your grip hold?
It’s a dark feeling; jealousy
Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart
Like steel, poison ivy
As your blood curdles and boils,
your red-laced eyes eyeball
That one who touched your precious
Your precious gem that you admire from afar.
Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.
Your precious half…the other fading half of you.
But you refrain from killing
And instead of making arrangements to prey,
You keep that one alive but suffering from your fangs
Your inner beast lurks inside,
already devoured half of you and yourself.
Its true form will not feast unless you do
Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood
Of the one you hold captive in your prison
All for that one precious one, you shed blood
Your bite…your torture…your beast
Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy
Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy
But you continue to feast even when you know
Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean
Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering
You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,
the beauty of your precious gem…
Blurry. Vivid. Pitch-black.
You have lost sight of your intentions,
And your precious gem’s light is no more
Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.
You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach
Living with the pure darkness of your own
Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love
After all, you were just blind.
Destined to lurk in darkness.
Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness
Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped
Revealing something undeniably powerful
You.
The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled
Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth
The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast
…
The light suppresses the dry darkness
With your passion, memories, joy and love
You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!
Author’s Note:
This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.
© 2017 SachikoMochiko
3 Trump 10,000
Dear Jan
My one dearest Jan,
Where are you now?
I see you've been gone
From our hometown
It's been three years since I last saw you
I regret that I ever knew you
It was nothing but disgrace
You made me fall far from grace
I was 15
and knew nothing
You were old enough
To fool my young heart
I loved you too much
And soon when we touched
I never knew when to stop
Then you put me down to drop
That deep feeling was too high
It seemed too new to me
Those sad times were full of lies
But doubts never crossed me
They said I was lucky to have you
I guess they just don't know the true you
Your sick self that frightened me is far from
Your sweet face you displayed in our last prom
You acted so good
You fooled her too
She fell to your traps
Like me with your match
But you never loved her
Bet her clear vision blurred
'Cause she loved you too
The way I used to
Dear Jan, I'm turning 18 now
But Jan, I still remember how
You lost my trust and love
Replaced by tears and grudge
I played fair through your rules
I played games though so cruel
Then you laughed at the end of it all
Then I cried, "I should have known"
I was 15 and thoughtless
I danced through your flames and traps
You were 18 and ruthless
You planned that sad, heartless match
Dear Jan, I cried back then so hard
'Cause Jan, I gave you all my heart
You made me lose all of my faith
Yet I stood up after those fails
Jan, I'm smiling again now
Jan, I can love again now
Though they failed too
They weren't like you
Even if you answer things I ask
They can never bring back the past
You made myself hide for some time
You made my heart cry the whole time
Lessons from you should be learned
Pictures of you should be burned
Three years ago, I was naïve with you
Recalling you, I now know what to do