An Inside Monster Poem by Jamal Brown

There is a creature
who thrives within me.
He lives just below the
surface.
He is rude, vindictive, prideful,
Headstrong, selfcentered, and
blasphemus.
I feel him awaken
as he tears through
my skin laughing maliciously
like the monster, the Demon, the
villan that he is.
As he ascends, my skin tears
in various directions.
Smoke fills the room
and a repugnant, foul
stinch fill the air
like forty thousand
year old garbage. A liquidy
black poison secreats.
He looks into my eyes.
'Hello, ' the says in the
most spine-tingling way.
'Welcome to the end.'