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