Sleeping Monster

“Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness…

The monster in me is sleeping… not dead.”

I bite my tongue, I hold my breath,

I’ve carried mercy where others gave death.

But every scar writes a warning line,

There’s a darker side I keep confined.

You think I’m broken,

But I’ve just been still.

The calm you see

Is the strength of my will.

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness!

The fire’s alive, it’s burning beneath this!

The monster sleeps, but never dies,

You’ll hear the rage when it opens its eyes!

You call it weakness to show restraint,

But chains can snap when they bear the weight.

You’ll never know what I’ve locked away,

Until the moment I let it slay.

You think I’m silent,

But the storm is loud.

The peace you praise

Is a burial shroud.

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness!

The fire’s alive, it’s burning beneath this!

The monster sleeps, but never dies,

You’ll hear the rage when it opens its eyes!

You fed the demon, you stoked the flame,

You’ve carved your words into my name.

Every betrayal, every lie,

Is fuel for the beast you can’t pacify.

You think I’m fragile,

But I’m forged in scars.

This kindness hides

A crown of jagged shards.

Sleeping—not dead!

Chained—but never bled!

Mercy was the mask I wore,

Now hear the beast behind the roar!

I am not weak—I’m mercy with teeth!

A kindness cloaked in fire beneath!

The monster sleeps, but never dies,

And you’ll see hell when it opens its eyes!

“…The monster in me…

isn’t dead.”