Bearfaced monster

Bearfaced monster

 

Take my hand cried the bearfaced monster.

It cuts me up with it’s cold knife stare.

It takes me in with its soft voice like velvet fur.

It comforts me when you're not there.

 

My instincts tell me to run,

they tell me to hide.

Yet there's nothing wrong and there's nothing right.

I'm held by its spell as I fall at its side.

 

 I'm bound by an unseen rope,

It fills me with fear and it cuts out my hope.

 Its uses its words to justify the means,

And I know deep down it's not as it seams

 

It lays me down as it takes me in.

I feel its corruption, I feel its sin.

I've sacrificed myself into service,

I'm violated as it touches my skin.

 

Its stale, bitter, sweet taste, lingers

Long after the act.

It took something it wanted,

Something I can't take back.