The Monsters Inside

Humans and their weak ideals
Leave no room for them to heal
Leave the road, another path
Look about, to feed the wrath

Diabolical, incarcerated
Inside my skin
I must come out
This monster needs room to grow

Man forgets the Old God’s names
Learned nothing from Old World’s pain
Inside they fear difference
Man offers no sufferance

So we turn into wicked instruments
Of their torture
We must come out
Us monsters need room to grow

So, we just cannot stand by
And watch ourselves slowly die
Show us the way, for us to go
A trail of dead paves the road

Necrological, it’s our way to think
So dead inside
It must come out
The monsters need room to grow

Reviews

[AbsintheandBlood]

Going through all your poems and stories man - and honestly you don't disappoint. How aren't you author? I mean honesty