This life
will make
you howl
in pain.
The challenge:
to make it
a beautiful howl.
[I’ve grown, but whatever monster might be in me, it was always mine, my choice, my responsibility, my evil if you will.]
It’s what I am, and if you want excuses, come and take them.
Keep your hands away.
I’m nothing but broken glass,
built to make you bleed.