As the rain falls to her cheek
she dare not dream of sleep
the thin blade in her hand
now stained with blood, but not that of a man
but that of the Creature
the one she kills every night
its been there all her life
the same monster
the same problem, the same delema
and it still wont go away
it haunts her mind
refusing to leave her behind
it twists her thoughts like toys
and erases all memory of joy
the creature dies each night
not putting up much of a fight
but is reborn with every breath she takes
its back before she wakes
it is her greatest enemy
it has a name, her own
it has a face, her own
it as well has an enemy
its greatest one
being her
