Here is a poem I wrote for Part seven.

monster

I try to run but I keep coming back
The hill is just to steep
Your haunting my vision              
your even in my sleep
How can I escape this evil
Shouting words I can’t comprehend
Feels like we are in the medieval
I enrage as you take a strike, I try to defend

Monster, crude, savage, devilish, animal
this is what I’ve adapted too
I cry for help, yet I don’t want it
I’ve grown to love the monster in you

I cant survive without the hostility
I have no backbone but do I really want one?
The blood, the bruises are the pain I crave
The devil in me I can’t outrun

Smashing bottles, throwing fists, cut up lips
I won’t ever fucking leave
Until this demon accepts me
he’s disgusted by me what more can I believe

I wont ever stop loving your immortality
until you put a gun to my head
Just pull the damn trigger
I’m already dead