The Monster You made

This is a song i wrote in the past quite old so had to do allot of editing haha it is a bit darker or really dark =/ well still hope you enjoy it (It's about how Words can Cut deeper than any sword can, and how your words and actions can Turn some one in two a Monster when they finally break and reach there limit)
Story: The Monster You Made — A Dark Gothic Tale

The pain began quietly, like a shadow creeping over a once-bright sky. At first, it was small—snide words, harsh glances—but day by day, it grew heavier, until every cruel remark, every betrayal, etched itself into the corners of his mind. He had trusted, he had believed, and now all he could see were shadows—monsters wearing the faces of friends he once knew.

His heart trembled, fragile and worn. Tears ran dry, and every night he felt the cracks spreading through his soul, piece by piece, until he barely recognized himself. The voices of torment never ceased, echoing relentlessly through his mind, whispering that he would never be saved. Exhausted, he wondered if he even wanted to fight anymore.

And then, one night, as the darkness pressed closer, something inside him shifted. He fell. He let the shadows in. He became what they had feared: the monster they had forged from his pain. No longer a victim, he felt the hollow strength of his new form. It was terrifying—and yet, for the first time, it felt like freedom.

The world did not understand what had been done to him. They could not see the sculptor of his torment reflected in his eyes. Each scar, each wound carved by cruelty, was now a testament to their own misdeeds. He moved silently through the aftermath of their lies, a cracked, hollow figure with a broken smile on a bleeding face. He watched them tremble, heard their gasps of fear, and finally understood the bitter symmetry of justice.

Through the storm of chaos—the wailing sirens, the tremors of their fear, the fire and steel that lit the twilight sky—he stood unmoving. Around him, the world seemed to burn, yet he was calm, his smile soft. The darkness had claimed him, yes, but in it, he felt a strange rightness. At last, the storm could not touch his soul.

And then, like a dying star, he fell—not into despair, but into release. The long war inside him ended. No more tears. No more pain. The monster rested. His soul drifted away, untethered at last, seeking a gentler place where silence and shadow might cradle his broken spirit.

In the quiet aftermath, the world held its breath. There was no anger, no vengeance—only a fragile peace born from unbearable suffering. The shadows that had followed him receded. And somewhere, deep within the darkness, a broken soul finally found its place.
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Written by: Jane_Steelfire Also known as Deadlongs
Vocals & Instrumentals: AI Suno (or Producer for Vocals and Instruments)
Disclaimer:Any resemblance to real-world music, themes, or likenesses is purely coincidental and not intended to infringe upon any existing intellectual property or copyrighted material.


Author’s Note:I’m a new artist mostly a novelist experimenting with songwriting for fun and to improve my self .If you enjoyed this piece, please give it a thumbs up or leave a comment! Your support means a lot.
Vocal and instrument is created using Suno
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