The Conflicted Color Pallet

Monsters

They are evil things

They roam the streets

Looking for something to kill

They destroy everything

That sparkles and shines

All things good are their

Sworn enemy and prey

They've lost the meaning

Of beauty

And replaced it

With something hideous

They throw out everything

That doesn't appeal to the eye

And they'll never know

That all they've got

Is all they'll ever have

But in the end,

They'll lose everything

And you and I

Will be the happy ones

I really like this one too, but I've written much better poems.

xox Zoe