Monster - Poem by Gianna Jett
Makes you feel like you are the one being hunted in the night,
Sings the songs for the forest that sleeps tonight.
It is the sound that you hear when the music plays,
Traveling through the centuries before it finally stays.
They are the things only seen in nightmares,
Masked by their own midnight terrors.
Those that are chosen will be seen behind the cracks,
With marks of the beasts upon their backs.
Beyond the doors that were closed in our faces,
Buried us all alive within cursed places.
Made into something unrecognizable into the unknown,
Creating the legends for the heroes that must be shown.
They are the ones that you've seen when your eyes are closed,
Rotting in the dirt keeping the promises proposed.
Creeping and crawling under your bed,
Taking your thoughts from inside your head.
Soon they will take everything for themselves,
Stripping you of all value to put on the shelves.
It becomes the beast and eats the flesh so that it doesn't waste,
Then all that is left are the bones they have wanted and waited to taste.
Becoming the ultimate slayer of the dark world's maker,
Making the sparks that glow to light the soul of the undertaker.
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