Poem Diary

x Monsters x

Whenever someone sees a monster,
They recognise them as only one thing: an imposter.
They work up all the courage they can muster,
But not me, not since I lost her.

People rarely acknowledge
(Because it was not taught in college)
That monsters too are people,
Even if we don't realise it.

There are legends that once were written
About a man, and he had been bitten
By a monster called lust,
Which had turned his brain into dust.
This man wanted women, but also men.
Not one, two or three, but ten.
This is not the truth, but a lie told by a pen.
People believed this and again saw an imposter;
They fought away the lust monster.

The lust monster does not exist,
for lust is a human need.
It simply grows stronger,
If it does not get freed.
Some monsters do exist, like rapists or killers.
The kind that is included in movies known as thrillers.
People often believe the lie or the one who guided the human eye
Towards what they believe, and they believe until they die.
Because of this, humans are blind
Only believing things with no proof, and not what we find.
With hands entwined with hair,
In a state of utter despair.
Though the Devil may care,
You feel alone and that life is unfair.

Nobody has ever felt so scared,
But it's not impossible to be repaired.
You believe that nobody cared;
You believed the lies they shared.
You're not lonely, but you want to be,
But somehow you can't bring yourself to leave.

Next week there will be blood in the water,
You've completed the self-slaughter,
The knife now lays underwater. 
You could never explain to your daughter,
That you were being led to this, like a lamb to the slaughter.
But you know she'll miss your laughter.
Now the monster that you chase after
Is the one who took you over
And now you can not say goodbye
Through your strangled, desperate cries.