Mat Gilson

I am the haunted creature, animated by some screaming voice. 
I am the monster, propelled by some force which imbues every crevice of me with its sound
Through my green, slithering veins, it echoes a wretched command.
If there is beauty in the world I am not made to see it; I am a creature only of habit and longing. 
You have killed my  belief, like a wall, that there is anything else- there isn’t anything else. 
There is only your unrelenting law. Your structure which relieves me of chaos, which absolves me of fear. 

There is only you- your phantasmal shape in my mind.