Julius Eddy - The Monster In Me

There is something scary living inside me,
Of me, he asks of someone I cannot be.
A replica of his soul,
He wants to cast me in his mold.

Forced to reborn,
To grow devilish horns!
Forced to revamp,
To grow thirsty fangs!

Alas, escape I cannot,
Or put up a fight of any sort.
Through me, he shall spawn,
And through him, I see a new dawn.

Nothing I will do or say,
But to be who he wants me to play.
And oh, have I told thee,
That his name was The Ideal Me?

Julius Eddy

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