Ahem, got heavy metal in the background as I pick up this pen, I tried to caution but I guess subtlety is wasted on warnings.
Think of my smile, my goofy exterior and that weird thing I do with my eyes.
Yeah that me is dead, I ripped him apart, drained his blood to paint this canvas red.
I burned his flesh and had the others feed on his bones, I am the Monster kept at bay because he so foolishly wanted a home.
Now think to everyone that hurt you, know that I am worse. For my existence is a pitch black hole.
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Reux
PoetryA collection of poems, these are the words and thoughts trapped in my head, the darkness, pain, light and dread. Humans are after all open books
