Yep I've passed the point of no return with your stories... I'm reading them ALL! :D
Oh sorry...
Anyway this poem really speaks to a lot about humanity and what a monster truly is, because the word is so generic. Is a monster evil? Different? Misunderstood? Are the monster slayers monsters themselves?

This really reminds me of a video game called the Witcher where every decision is grey, and one character says to the Monster hunter MC "Why do you slay monsters, is it for the coin, to do the right thing, or is it simply because you need to remind yourself that there's something out their that has more blood on its hands than you do?"

Wonderful poem my friend! :)

I had to read through this twice before I understood that the "beast" wasn't really beastly. I like how this comments on how we view those different than us as monstrous, when maybe it's us who are the real monsters. Also, clever title and cover. That person trapped in the eye creeps me out!

In a creative way, you show a true monster doesn't always have to look like one... You also show that if you sit around it long enough, they really can't stay hidden for too long can they?

Or maybe its just something we know way too well...

Wow, this story speaks much. Indeed, who is the beast?

Great use of slant rhyme here:

Radiating toxicity with each breath it breathes

A face so twisted and distorted without our greed

With ashen skin so vulgar it barely shines

Screaming a sound soft and sublime...