Graphite legacies,
Monsters in my head.
Every charcoal demon,
Given a name.
Each monstrosity,
Held,
Or cherished.
What a dangerous weapon,
The mind.
Especially one unburdened,
By thoughts from others.
Left to roam imagination,
Drown in what could be.
Suffocating,
In ourselves.
Graphite Legacies.
