Several Pounds Of Salt Was All That Remaind Of His Husband – Wrapped In Words

My monster shows me no peace, slithering around in its meat suit I call mine, it faces my world with zero compassion, it tears holes in my life with vigorous obsession, deep inside it dwells, tightly gripping all that makes me who I am, manipulating my movements, twisted my view, showing me a vision of a world that is not true, its darkness, its hold, its story to be told, a venture, a quest, into the bowels of hell would be go, no hope, no surrender, no victory to behold, a beast that cannot die, a will that cannot be stopped, from the beginning to the end and beyond will this creature, this demon, this devil of an angel will forever be