Creature

Hidden in the mirror; it's cracked and dusty.
Twisted figure. Disfigured picture.
Locked away in a decrepit building,
That echoes with hate and familiar
Screams. Screaming fills... Filling
Myself with feelings so real,
And palpable.
Almost maleable,
With this hurt I can shape something happier.
We must be perpendicular,
Crossing lines against our times,
Somewhere.
I stare and I stare,
But I can't find a difference
From what's here to what's there.
My skin's yellow and frail,
But other colors aren't rare.
I smell sweetly of death,
It lingers softly on my breath.
He calls me fiend, he calls me monster
My father leaves me unnamed- forgotten.
I'm not a human...
I'm rotten.

Let the flames that eat away at their torches
Serve as a reminder of the loathing
That remains for the daemon
Born by lightning,
A parallel of humanity-
So frightening.

-SLuR