he likes to think that he is welcome here
that Someone placed him here as gentle
as those invisible hands of the caressing winds
so he stays
the people around him are filling his skin with rules
those that must not be done
so he is scared and
scarred
to keep the usefulness of sanity intact
he must pretend as that is the only way to survive
many have been hanged by reason of honesty
and those who lie have become living heroes
in his throne
he is king now
king of hypocrites
master of lies
and all the people who make the rules love him
inside he screams
tonight he goes for another kill
like a vampire
in the morning his mouth is clean
his face well shaven
the mirror mocks him all day
but who cares? he'd say
'i am your creation
and so i too have to create all of you
i am the monster that you love
and so here i am day by day eating each one of you'
glance at the world
it is happy because of you
morning angel
night's devil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem