Monsters

Don’t let me get lost in the cacophony
of heartless people
pretending to have warm blood and veins
monsters made by shells of selfishness
coated over real humanity
in a coma, unmoving and unmoved.

Monsters fighting endlessly
to be far from the thing
that would send a shockwave to their nearly dead hearts
unsure if awakening their heart
would change their hands and furry feet.

They know not that it would change their eyes;
open them fluttering and blinking
into a world in which
others are not tools to be used,
but rather vulnerable hearts, much like their own.

To be cared for and looked after.
They know not, but somehow,
somehow they yearn for
the shock of true love.

They long for their heart
to be buried deep within the heart of another.
So they chase other monsters,
though true love and life is so close
they rip each other apart
with their claws,
until there is nothing left.

Let me love the monsters,
but protect my heart from their claws.