My body is but a shell
So fragile and weak
A small dark prison to chain the soul of me
The inside me is too different you see,
It doesn't belong to a human being.
Adorned in scales made of fantasies and claws made of broken things, it flys on dreams of impossibilities.
It's eyes sees differently, unable to comprehend the subtleties of man.
Instead it looks to the stars and breathes the fires of creativity.
But it's a lonely existence being a dragon inside.
Others call me a monster, and they may be right.
But I'm a beautiful monster that flys above the stars.
At least I'm not a human.
The worst monsters of all.