The Monster Poem by INA PLEQI

... of nowhere comes In different ways,
Behind the masks. The greatest disdain.
He is the monster.
He is one or he is all.
He eats souls
to feed his monstrousness.
He is ugly...
...
he looks like everyone.
Like a husband.
Like a friend.
Like an equal near the end. The monster likes to filth.
Blows your life. Blinded before you.
He suffocates you to death. And tells you to know.
What remains.
After what's left unsaid.
Let me unknowledgeable.
Please.
To taste the words unspoken.
And the truth afterwards.
The blind monster after thousand lies.
Believes the god of destruction.
Let me think what I see,
As words are corrupted.
In a massive filth.
The facts words cannot cover...
and you watch it.
With your ageing eyes How your soul is sold.
For nothing. In an evil world.
How far would you go? To hide your monstrosity?
After smiley masks, after makeups, after scribbles. How deep has hypocrisy Carved your being. How far do you remember? How can you keep up smiling? He loses senses... he is powerful and he is everyone. He is uncatchable. The monster...
the God of Losers