monster

i know who you are
you are the beast
of whom they have spoken about
and this is our truth
the one we chose to live by
engraved in your white teeth

scattered, belongs to the dead man
can channel anything
and will tear anyone apart
that ever tries to pull him
away from what he wants

he has been seen
shone into daylight
has been missing
missing fear, fear of missing,
falling apart and wishing, for once,
he was truly dead –
can that happen to you?

 will you ever die
   or will my memory be a lifeline?