I’m digging a grave
For a coffin that holds
A burned and broken thing
Who greived for itself
Trapped inside perceptions
People could never question

I unlesashed a monster
With honest desires
Never seeing its own repugnant form
’til it chanced upon a mirror
It understood the fear it inspired
And faced the mob so it could be
Put down for the good of men

I’m digging a grave
For a special coffin
To let my heart rest
Protected and dead
Waiting until
Someone can raise it once again