The Face That Was Never Meant To Be Poem by Johann Graham

Pacified are the monsters in my mind.
Blasphemous their names, dreadful their faces.
Hope for eternity they should hide,
never burst charging from my beating chest!

So much effort to keep the calm.
Make certain my hands do not tremble.
Keep me inside your loving arms.
Do not let the evil assemble!

Feed me with all the love and care you have
because the fiends inside me are stirring.
My hands whip out to seize and grab
your neck so tight to keep you from breathing.

My skin breaks and they come out screaming,
ripping and tearing a love made for me.
So now you fall wide eyed and dying
before the face that was never meant to be.