What Lurks Beneath

What Lurks Beneath

Days go by in increments
Seconds, minutes, hours
Still I’m here alone
Staring at the flowers

You sent them to appease
A token of your regret
For that thing you don’t remember
The one I can’t forget

You radiate such charm
No one would ever know
The real you that you hide
The one that lurks below

The face they’ll never see
That haunts me in my dreams
The monster that you are
That loved to hear my screams

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