Monsters are rather schemingly devious.
Monstrous for that's what they are.
A monster
But why they don't understand
Those that were once sane
Turned into dammed by life's misery, reality, injurious lasting sufferings
Those that were once demonic
Became obvious to what was wrong nor what was right
They monsters they screech at the far reaches of mind
We may never notice them
They are suffocated in the white of the worlds consumption of fake purity
Once in the dark they feed out on their despised yet lusted after wickedness
What was once good is bad and once was bad has turned blurred to being technically good
What do we truely understand
Is that the monster is in us
We are the ones consumed up
By its wicked depths underneath and shadowed
Far away yet close enough to strike.
We all have our demons show at one point in time
Anger lust money spree and crime..
Take it or leave it what you think
Is the true monster without or within.
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A Poet of Deep Thought (1st Poetry Volume)
PoetryTheses poems are either personal to me, made during my English class or I just end up writing them. I would say most of these are random creation and warning some can be depressing. It can be worth the read if you enjoy poems as much as I.
