I'm becoming a monster
I'm becoming a monster!

Clawed my way out the gutter
My rage is what allows me to conquer!

I'm becoming a monster.

I'm becoming a tyrant
RUN, RUN, RUN

old feelings and brains that are mindless
Love that grew old and moments that were timeless

I'M A MONSTER!

scripted in my own story to **** and defeat
destroy and watch the innocent decease.

I'm...I'm not a monster.

I am a victim

a victim to what every woman I have ever been with...
now perceives me as.

every friend that's ever judge me

every family member that's looked at me strange

deranged... yet, I was just misunderstood

or... am I a monster? I think not

(I transform)

Yet, the blood rushes through my veins
as I think of you in pain...
It's like a sudden high for me
to see your heart gasping for air and your mind trapped in chains
You're so vain. You're so weak!
my lips tingle and hands cringe when you speak.
You were an angel to me 8 months a go...now you're a demon who like the devil, reaps...what is it you seek?
INNOCENTS!
what is it you say... FINISH HIM.
Now you're scared...and you should be...

The tables have turned
I'm the monster now.
I will expose you!
it's your demising moment...I seek.

(transforms back)

I lost it...Control...Hope...Sanity...

Myself and now...

You.

but you were already lost

You were already gone.
My transformation was caused by you.

I'm not a monster...I'm a creation of your twisted dark fantasy,
of your poison.

**Because really...
             The monster...
                                  Is you.

When she comes out too early, is she hoping for attention?
She does not get it, nobody ever says "the moonrise is so beautiful this evening"
She is overpowered by her rival everyday. Every evening, every morning.

Sometimes she puts on makeup, an orange hue
An attention getter, these are the only nights we talk about her, create gossip of her rare beauty

There is a side we do not know, she holds mysteries the world may never discover
And her secrets, dark and alluring
Yet she attracts no visitors, the era of investigation dead and gone

Will she ever feel the love that her dear mother receives?

Does she cry when she is gone?

Would we even notice her absence?
She can't even look away from her ignorance, always facing her demising audience
If only people would pay more attention. Someday she may just disappear to gain revenge

And then what?

I am so much more than I ever expected to be
Despite drowning in this insufficiency
A chorus of deafening inadequacy
Proving myself and others wrong,
So deliciously

I never expected to be so far
I expected to be much farther
I never expected to be alive
I expected to be demising

I know I’ve hurt
I know I’ve broken others
I know I’ve bruised
I know I’ve used others

Regretful I suppose
No
Just reactionary behavior

And I have succumbed to my darkest depths
Though they have never won
And I have fallen back 12 steps
Yet still, I scale the rungs

So when I say “I’ve given up”
Never do believe me
I am capable of getting up
Love, I’m just that crazy.

Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one,
Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain.

Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most.

Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s
sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.

Ripping, tearing, clawing, shredding
No impact, everything continues
Melting, fading, vanishing, reducing
Soon nothing will remain; all will end

Streaked with blood, just a bit
Soaked in pain, more than ever
That small blotch insignificant
That horrid agony with a head to sever

Falling, crashing, thrashing, fighting
Dirtied by dust and blood and remains
Crushed, defeated, destroyed, absolved
Wailing among bones of love and life

And why must this be so
What catalyst evil had been committed
Why smash the glass, let the blood river flow
What bones worthy of being crushed and knitted

Dying, perishing, demising, failing
Only one way out and one exit left
Gasping, thrashing, struggling, failing
Striving to breathe and fighting the door

Failure looming still
With his tall cloaked friend
Stand inescapable
The pain is over; here is the end.

Here is the end.

I'll cling to the life of feeling
there's too much constraint in thinking
the heart should be ever unfolding
too much ruminating is beauty's sad demising

Brigitte Bardo Bordo was born
in 1962. Born in Brisbane Anne-Marie
Bordo, September 28, 1934
(84 years old) Paris, France.
Singer-songwriter for Animal Rights 1952 to 1973
(Acting) from 1973 to the present day (Rights of Journalists)
Roger Vadim (1952, 1957)
Jake Choggard (born in 1959, 1962)
GC Star (born 1966, 1969)
Bernard Delmel (born in 1992)
Partner Jean-Lucle Monique (1956-1958)
Bob Zigry (1963-1965) Sergeant
Gaysberg (1967)) Patrick Meyer (1968-1971)
Invalid mediation (1975) -79)
Bangui-Duggar (1980-1985) children
1 Mendoza Bordo (Burma)
Brazil's signature at the border
Brigate Borter Anne-Marie (in French:
[Berrypot was born on September 28, 1934]
A player, singer, duck and the french
human rights defenders.
This is one of the most popular symptoms
He was well known in the 1950s and 1960s
Bock's office was Bordood Bonding,
and a duet So he played the role
of actor 1952 In 1957, he won
an international reputation.
Learn the role of the game in conversation
Allah created the females. For the oil to his sister
Focus on meetings of French researchers.
It was an affair In 1959, the experience
Simon Demising, LSD in the cafeteria has become a "car technician". (1963) For the play Louis Suzette
Film 1965 Long Maria It was cold Selected
for the BAFTA Award Very good actress
From the movie "The history of women"
1969 In 1978, he was an official bartender
Mary's face (before Anonymous)
French freedom Bordo withdrew in 1973
Entertainment Industry In 47 films, they play
different songs And we sang more
of 60 songs. Honored with a glorious gospel
However, in 1985, it was down.
After the money, I became
an animal rights activist.
He grew up in the 2000s
They work on immigration
In Islam. It has been tested
Five punishments he encourages
racial prejudice. 1.1 Principle
1934-1952 1.2 Activities 1952-1973
1.2.1 stars True 1.2.2 1.2.3 1.2.4
World Movie 1.2.5 Singers
Professional Animation 13 Animal Movement
Security: Between 1973 and two workers
Life for Life 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4
Health Policy and Legal Issues 4
Movie 5 Entertainment 6 books
7 References 8 Literature 9 External
links History of life History of life: 1934-1952
Bordon was born in Paris,
The sound of Luus Dawiandi (1896-1975)
And A-MAY "Tati" Barddad (born Malcolm,
1912-1978). Luis studied and studied mechanics
With his father, Charles Ballard,
with the family business.
Luis and Ang-Mari married in 1933.
The hen grew up in a Catholic family.
In Brighton, the private school is
Three days a week and a lot of homework.
Three days a week, games in Swedish dance clubs.
A Brazilian mother writes her sister.
Maria-Jenie (born May 5, 1938) dancing.
Marry-J, possibly Brigie,
He focused on Bali. In 1947,
The roof is connected
at the construction school
For three years, I attended
dance class with Russia
Dorothy Bissis Kissis.
Lesley Kalon He was a
of his classmates. The other pillars are called limits
"****" "Small Dollar".

1929 The same year, the journalist
Elaine Laffe introduces fashion
stores "Fashion naked dad".
At the age of 15, he appeared
March 8, 1950, and took care
of George Carey's new manager
for the management of his children.
This is not a sign of reproduction of the rope.
The film, although limited, has been canceled.
The relationship with Vivian
has been involved in his life and work.
Professional: 1952-1973
Briggs was born in 1953 in Kentucky.
Player Ballwil for Norman Gentleman
(1952) for love. In 1953 (1953),
I played the role of director of Myly Rose,
Mani. In 1953, he plays with his wife Willis,
Wisith, then painted his father
(1953) with John Rites. In 1953,
Bordeaux "Double Kick Douglass"
was in a love story. When I was there,
I was half focused.

The old self within me
is insistent and demanding:
it sets my every boundary
and dictates my way of living-

I've struggled for so long
its obstinacy knows no easing
agendas and rules it sets tightly
from its grasp there's no freeing

only in my last days of dying
will I find its ceasing and demising

Factory forging: fools in the press!
Dummies are ready—Chief Devil’s impressed.



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******* and masons

Masons plot? That’s just illusion —
We "elect" our kings in play.
Fools believe in grand delusions —
Masons love it all the way.



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Trusting lies,
Dreaming bread,
Kills the soul
In Hell’s dread.



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****** was nurtured—his path was clear.
What was his sentence for rebel cheer?
Five short years!

Served just nine months, then walked out free.
Treason means death—but they still believe
"He rose alone!"



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A clown in power?
No—inhuman!
Charmed by nonsense,
Fooled by ruin:
Lies spread softly, minds grow weak,
Seven in eight—too blind to see.



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Foolishness keeps rising,
Higher every day.
Homeland lost—demising,
Burns in Hell’s decay:
Shortage feeds the flames.



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All chase the gold, they heed its calling—
One law remains, none dare protest.
Who stands against it? None are rising,
But those who hear the light suppressed.

Yet there’s a meaning—soul’s salvation
Amidst the chains of earthly wrongs.
And if you do not fall to darkness,
Then you're a outcast among the throngs.



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Sheep obey the same old lies:
"Bow to darkness, trust its way!"
World’s a rot that never dies,
Mixed with filth and foul decay.



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Kinder Surprise

Mom is fooled, dad’s full of rage,
That’s the life we idolize.
Wrap it up and call it fate—
One big, wicked Dark Surprise.



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Earthly Life

"A curse from the skies?"
No, demons rule here.
Hell carves with fire
Those fallen in fear...



--- Total 10 poems. ---