Don't be afraid.
For I'm your creation.
You're supposed to love who I am, because you are my maker.
Harsh words and beatings have shaped me into your monster.
Now, you can see that I'm uncontrollable.
I'm sorry.
Are you mad?
Of course you are because you don't remember.
Or maybe you just don't care.
Go on.
Do what you did and watch as I go even harsher.
The crazy aren't crazy in the beginning.
Evil is not born, it's made.
So watch me.
Look at me.
This is what I am.
Now that you've dealt your cards, take a look at my hand.
I see your confusion, and I see your fear.
Don't worry, maker, your creation is here.
Whether I feast on your bones or help you into pain.
I'm watching you so you will have less to gain.
Satisfaction at last.
To feel your flesh.
I sit here and feast on what used to feast on me.
Look away in horror.
That's OK.
At least you're now too scared to even run away.
I'm your creation, your monster, your pet.
But I'll get free.
Don't count me out yet.
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Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoetryThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
