Lesson 27

I am a monster as I’m made.
I am a monster and I’ve built graves
filled with some corpses I don’t remember
yet I pray for them all the same.

I am an inbred, bastard child
who breaks toys and playmates, all the while
bemoans the making of loneliness
that presents itself in a crooked smile.

I am monster, inhuman, yet
fancy myself some angel torn
from heaven. Forgive me my madness.
It’s the only boon since I was born.




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Written on 2024-11-03 at 10:22

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
being a monster and being scared to the point it freezes you...does it make some sense?
2024-11-04