Fire Lullaby

Each desperate night

A dim and unclean shade leaks through the window

And it crawls.

Standing steady it guards my night as the monster I fear,

The demon the dream has become,

Of hell and decadence and ashes.

And broken illusions of life being a dream.

My monster sleeps with me, caressing my shoulders with violence.

Whispering softly his fire lullabies.

In the morning the beast smirks wickedly at me,

He transformed my tangled hair into a web of hopelessness.

I scream to the shattered mirror.