Will you love me?
When my voice screams and yells?
Can you be with me?
Through the darkness that I feel?
During the unending night – where I am drowned by grief, where my hands are stained with blood, where my heart cannot stop pounding.
Will you, can you see me? Or just…a Beast.
A Beast covered in dozens of scars – white marks that are displayed over my heart.
To be a beast. Covered in the mud of your failings.
A Beast that is slowly dying day by day – alone with no one to call my name.
To be a beast. Cloaked in a voice always whispering in shame and regret.
A Beast who has done unspeakable deeds – causing all to recede from me.
To be a beast. Clothed in the darkness that you have wrought upon yourself.
A Beast. To be a beast.
Can you love me?
Will you stay by me?
Can you believe in redemption for me?
Will you see me?