The Monster

I can see it now--

that the walls of your room, that are familiar to you,

will morph into cold, iron bars.

When I thought you couldn't sink any lower,

you seem to prove me wrong.

You think you know that you're suffering,

but you still don't know a goddamn thing.

Walking home in the birth of fall,

all I see are the bodies of strangers

laying on the ground in bloodied clothing,

and as I look up--

you try to wipe your hands clean.

However it is already done and over,

why did you become this?

Ma'am take your daughter inside,

because she isn't so safe anymore.

There's a freak out there that has no restraints,

releasing chaos in the world.

Now, the rain is pouring down in crimson tears,

mourning the loss of innocence,

that was forcibly taken away.

My mind has been set and you will not win.

Let your exile teach you a lesson

that you won't soon forget

or else it will come back

in the form of those girls

and trust me it won't be a pretty end.

This poem is a respost from my blog on myspace.