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MONSTER
<p>Why run from the monster you created? </p><p>An abyss, repercussions of your evil deeds</p><p>The shadow that haunts your everyday living </p><p>The one you tore up with thorns, a remorseful experiment </p><p><br/></p><p>A living dead, no life in living </p><p>Frustrated by the chains that keep him steady here </p><p>Other inmates wallowing in their delusions </p><p>Giving as they owe to modern socialisation</p><p><br/></p><p>On one hand they owe luxury, the other pleasure </p><p>One hand power, the other influence</p><p>One hand admiration, the other acceptance </p><p>Laid down to let down, perks of being 'liberal'</p><p><br/></p><p>Blinded ears to older creations but they told us (raised voice) </p><p>We craved to renew our generation </p><p>We succeed in detesting our rules</p><p>Once upon a time, pain was our reform</p><p><br/></p><p>Deceived to nought expectations </p><p>Sharp-sighted to what is given, gifts and momentary intimacy</p><p>Both parties with intentions to cheat the other </p><p>Greater income, bigger assets, blinded we forget our pasts </p><p><br/></p><p>Each party an affinity to drain the other </p><p>To receive and not give </p><p>To become liabilities</p><p>Ego driven and constant coping repairs</p><p><br/></p><p>Learning from pain and heartaches</p><p>Dents beneath shallow mechanic repairs</p><p>To puncture and never be stabbed</p><p>The birth of a new regular human </p><p><br/></p><p>Same old story</p><p>The lessons of love and adolescence </p><p>That the horrors that lurk within this world</p><p>Is inevitably what life is, what we are</p><p><br/></p><p>And then there's I </p><p>Standing at the aftermath of all I have foreseen </p><p>Slowly becoming one of these detested devils</p><p>But this is my journey, hopefully I get out of this muddy pit </p><p><br/></p><p>Novice now veteran </p><p>Hunters now haunted</p><p>Devoured now devourer</p><p>The cycle of enlightenment and evolution </p><p><br/></p><p>After all he laughs, he lives</p><p>But no one sees the dark he sees </p><p>On the crossroad of lively and lonely </p><p>Rickety cart they should call me </p><p><br/></p><p>If only there were someone who sees me </p><p>The architecture of youthful living </p><p>The weight that cracks my back </p><p>One who sees under the mask </p><p><br/></p><p>Just one please </p><p>Just one</p><p>This is the void </p><p>Monster</p><p><br/></p><p>- wrightwriteswrit</p><p><br/></p><p>© 2026 </p><p><br/></p>
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