Bookaria - I’m A Monster

From the city of angels,
I walked into night,
where every gift was pronounced a flaw.
I left gardens behind,
and their windows of light.
Salt misting my skin, cold and raw.
In the city of demons, the candles bloomed, and the walls breathed sins no prayer could tame.
The moon rose black from the earth half-entombed, while shadows came clawing and calling my name.
And the sea
had already begun in my veins.
Honey on my lips turned bitter with brine.
“You are mine,” from the deep came the same old refrain.
And I drank down its echo, its ache as a sign.
On velvet black nights, silver breakers rise.
The moon wears a bloodred gown.
Let the sea call me its own. Let it darken the skies.
I’ll tear from its arms before I drown.
Let frost be my veil. Let the shadows bow low.
Let the velvet dark gallery wait for its cue.
I’ll rise from the abyss when the first pale winds blow.
And the sea will know then I’m a monster too.
I’m a monster too.
I thought magic was paid for in bone and in breath.
Year by year, drop by drop, little pieces of death.
That power was treachery dressed up as grace.
Each gift a sentence disguised as an embrace.
But the power rose up from my blood, not the sea.
From salt on my tongue, from the silver in me.
He touched what was sleeping and gave it a name.
The storm I had carried, unbroken, untamed.
I built out of marble, of salt, and of dreams.
From ribs, I raised branches.
From scars, I raised spires. Every wonder has a cost, every miracle bleeds.
But no god gets to judge what creation requires.
You called me salt,
your pearl,
your light.
A second heart beneath my ribs at night.
But I was a storm before your claim, before your vows could give me a name.
So if you can, then make me tame.
Let night lock the city behind bloodred bars.
I’ll blaze white as lightning through all of its scars.
On velvet black nights, silver breakers rise.
The moon wears a bloodred gown.
Let the sea call me its own. Let it darken the skies.
I’ll tear from its arms before I drown.
Let frost be my veil. Let the shadows bow low.
Let the velvet dark gallery wait for its cue.
I’ll rise from the abyss when the first pale winds blow.
And the sea will know then I'm a monster.
I'm a monster.
I'm a monster.
Let the black tide rise.
The sea will know
who I am
when it looks in my eyes