(Poem)
I walk into a place so dear and familiar;
The ghost of another time follows.
I close my eyes to bring back memories.
I wake to a beast well known, and my heart hollows.
He greets me with a smile.
I begin to gasp for breath.
He invites me to a shameless ritual.
I begin to run from my death.
I feel him chasing me like a predator.
I turn to see how much time I have left.
I see his smile has perished.
A grim rage chases me now; hope bereft.
I run through crowds,
Tension and dread visible.
They don’t seem to help.
They go about like the beast is invisible.
As I run, I think to myself,
Why am I being chased by my past?
As I run, I cannot seem to believe
That his grip on me still lasts.
But I am not alone this time.
I won’t let him rule me again.
So I run to the only angel who was with me now
And was with me before all this began.
I can hear his breathing getting closer and closer.
And I see the angel far in front of my eyes.
I won't let go now,
As in my heart, hope begins to rise.
All out of breath, I reach her.
She catches sight of my stalker.
As my angel fights the demon,
I stand like a mere watcher.
Each time my angel scars him,
He looks at me with madness.
I have let that frighten me for too long,
So I scoop his eyes out of vengeance.
His look scares me no more.
His fury shakes me no more.
My angel slays him;
His presence worries me no more.
The angel in a friend isn’t visible
Until you see a beast in the lover.
In the end, he leaves you hopeless,
And she gives you power.