Another Monster

There is something very dark the shadow of which can’t be turned around
To diffuse some light, what is this thing at last
Whose sound has been muted and repressed? Attracted to the color red
Some dim, some intimately deep corner
You’re not much loved under the light
One war as one too many war
One war, the one that killed his soul
He runs closer and closer to the wood, (?) for your love
And although well and in flux, he teaches no one (?)
Chance crushes, the deeper bones
So what, you are a monster but I’m part woman, rid yourself of me
Your case needs opening up, look inside, feel what needs to be felt
There are choices you can make, the humble ones of the poet
The player, he cannot sleep at night
The player whose soul was killed in war