It is a boy,
It is a man,
It is the creature that nobody can stand
It is a lover
It is depraved
It is a genius
It is betrayed
It is a word of the highest caliber
It is the poet’s fantasy, the recurring themes in a madman’s daydreams
It conveys the volumes of minds untold
It is the refuse constantly retold
It is a sonnet to loves casualties
It brings the creator to its knees
It is your devil, the blackness inside
It is the light that hope makes shine
It is ingenuity of a child un-molded
It is the liberties of the enslaved
It is the bleakness of earths living dead
It is the fantasy trapped in my head
It is the monster of our utopia’s creation
It is the bloated corpse of the heroes of old
It is the morals of the degenerates’ societies
It is the love of the undying
It is you, it is me
It is everything no one can see