I am the beast beneath the waves,
the scourge of the plagues,
the king of inked blades.
I have exhaled the scorched breath
of misery, painting the landscape
I have so skillfully crafted with
perdition’s tongue of rage;
pushing ire and flames between
the fissures in my hollow teeth.
I have slaughtered my sheep,
led them unto darkness, from which
they shall never return to the kingdom
I once preserved. I have lost the faith
of myself and my confidants and I
now suffer from the scales emerging
from my back. My talons grow with each
putrid act of mine, my horns curl and shoot
from the lobes of my dilapidated mind.
I am the behemoth I sought to destroy,
the monster I’d hoped to conquer.
I’ve done nothing but hurt and embarrass.
Through stress and carelessness, this is
who I’ve become. Everything I’ve devoted
my life to avoiding.