A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise

How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail

The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun

Bare monstrosity
carved for me

protected, decorated
Unleashed for me; I

Love myself ugly so— ugly,
so lovely a word, and secretive.

Could not dare measure

the lengths and lengths
of its shadowy stretch.

So willingly blind, I
lurk oblivious into my depths

Lost to the haze

my drowning—
my stillness. Lost;

but a memory, clinging,
stays:
Lush gold fields
subsiding to moor.

Then the fire they lit.

Ripped for me
emptied and burned for me,
My own beloved lamb.

I wish I yielded,
melted; wish I shivered—
pleaded.

I wish I wasn’t such a god

wish I knew the taste of
my blood, the burning redness,

the undying throbbing of it
The ever-coiling restraint of it

Rattling chains, I wish I had.
Marked with my name

So terrifying this transcendence
so terrifying I—

to all those cruel monsters out there

be aware of the hearts

that so easily tear

like a glass prism

filled with color

and so much love

but with little effort

you can easily break them





to all those jealous lovers out there

first ask the other one in your pair

what had happened or what they'd done

don't let your red jealousy

blot out the yellow sun





to all those cruel monsters out there

don't be

a monstrosity to humanity

don't paint your lover red

because it might all be in your head

and you just might hurt them

if you turn your rationality away

and lead your heart astray





don't hurt an innocent

don't break your lover's heart

because by doing so

you tear yourself apart





maybe she's done a bad thing

and broke your valuable trust

but don't measure her faults

with a long string

if she apologizes,

forgive her

if she leaves,

just miss her





maybe he's not as good as you thought

but don't let yourself be bought

by pretty things and subtle things

you should only be sought

if he continues,

leave him

if he stops,

love, forgive, and forget





please, don't be

a monstrosity to humanity

don't have a jealous monster

living inside of you

like it lives inside of me

"They" tore her apart
Her soul, screams were second to none,
Beasts are safer here
Because "They" stick to their kind...

My heart aches with agony.
Everything is spinning around me,
My mind is racing and my brain is being picked away by these thoughts.
Its troubling me terrible so.

My lover have I lost you to the monsters in your closet?

Why are you so willing to let me go,
And hurt all those innocent people?

I am diving in deep,
Scratches and bruises are appearing upon my tender skin,
But I am willing to dive deeper, and deeper,
Till I reach you even though I am in great discomfort.

The injuries to my heart never stop it from loving you so,
I never can despises you or think ill of you,
Even though you pass around that poison like its a medicine that will save.

It stings you know, my dear one.
I tear up every time I think of you and your twisted doings,
But I some how forgive you,
And fall into this fake mind set that you are truly a generous human being.

My troubled lover, please put your attention on the issues at hand,
Stop your foolish judging and giving everything the knowing glimpse.

You feel so superior to the rest, never looking back once at your destruction,
Calling it a master piece; a fine piece of art.
Please stop this ridiculous game and playing everyone like a pawn.

My troubled lover, oh how I wish you would notice how all these burns affect me.

I wish you would just glance back at least once,
And notice how much I love you so.

My troubled lover,
You are a monstrosity that brings depression and illness,
To those that already weak.

My lover you aren't the person I once loved,
You are now a troubled soul that spreads the infection to others.