just trust me.

gimme
gimme
gimme, this
monster i have become,
it was better
in the days
i'd starve my bones
to be alone and
selfish to no one else
but my bittered
frame...
you don't understand
what you see,
can't you just
trust me
on that,
i'm a vision in white,
a wolf under
the shears, poison
in my veins,
coursing
like waves on a beach,
over sand
black with burn;
my diamonds
cut deeper
than coal but,
fuel this inferno
inside, this
ugly this...
i have a shield
for a reason.
and i'm sorry.

k.