Jealousy

Jealousy.
Such an ugly monster it is.
A blazing hell-beast,
As red as the embers of a dying hearth.
For it is not green in it's livid state,
But a glaring adagio,
An anger so deep and twisted
That no one can escape it's wrath.

In it's natural state
It has no right to rear it's disgusting face,
A gnarled rendition of my own,
So taken by woe and fury,
An unrighteous moment twisting away from harmlessness.

I am angry beyond a restraint.
For he is the one my jealous demon roars.
He is the one that turned away
When public's eye shed light
On our few tender moments.
He is the one who drove away with another,
A woman that Jealousy only wishes to destroy.

It is a monster I cannot fight,
Though this moment has no such right.
It is a malevolent spirit within,
Brought forth by overreaction,
Feeding upon my doubts and fears,
Until I am entwined
Within it's lustful, hateful claws.

Jealousy...
Becomes myself.
For we are but one
The moment it finds one weakness,
And red takes over my vision.
I am the one to hurt,
To feel the pain and disgust.
I am the one who drives love away.
The one locked away with her tears.
It is Jealousy that sustains me,
And I it.

For it is a God,
A devil!
A beast of it's own.

Jealousy.
Such a raging monster it is.
Fighting a winning battle,
It's ugliness reigns over me.