Horrors please themselves with pleas.
Often they refuse to leave.
But ask yourself this if you will.
What is a horror without the killer?
It is but another story.
Much less harmful, much less gory.
A monster does not live to woo
but sometimes monsters are humans too
the one that lives inside us is the one you feed
Like bell and the beast,
Love can be freed.
A curse, or worse
the lessons are worth
the pain, the shame
don't run the game.
but the battle , is up to whom you feed. Let horror rein or let love be freed.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poesía- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
