a monster is me
Scream out my nameas if hatred filled your lungs
and lashing out was your
only savior
I am the created monster waiting
pleading to be killed,
begging you please.
Cast me with stones
from the garden we've walked
and wrap me in thorns
to contain certain evil
with in,
i am the evil.
Sew my eyes wide open
so i may see what i have come
to except as the blade
draws near
and my existance
becomes bleak,
the monster sleeps inside
throw me in the fire
to seperate the serpant
from me for the soul
decieved may be rid
of torture and sleep in peace,
the serpant prays not.
I am a man
but disgraced
fed hate from day one
labeled the created monster
poisioned from the woumb
and sped out,
a monster is me.
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