i make haste to answer your bidding. my heart in my throat, its sound, the sole evidence of fear. i hurry to your side as you demand me to listen to your demented judgement of my soul. yes, i am a monster made of gold. ugly and scary, my mere glance can shatter a thousand souls. but then, you shouldn't be scared of me because, you created me. love can create monsters when it isn't pure or real. #monster #badlove #yqbaba #randompoetry #diwa
