Why run from the monster you created? 

An abyss, repercussions of your evil deeds

The shadow that haunts your everyday living 

The one you tore up with thorns, a remorseful experiment 

A living dead, no life in living 

Frustrated by the chains that keep him steady here 

Other inmates wallowing in their delusions 

Giving as they owe to modern socialisation

On one hand they owe luxury, the other pleasure 

One hand power, the other influence

One hand admiration, the other acceptance 

Laid down to let down, perks of being 'liberal'

Blinded ears to older creations but they told us (raised voice) 

We craved to renew our generation 

We succeed in detesting our rules

Once upon a time, pain was our reform

Deceived to nought expectations 

Sharp-sighted to what is given, gifts and momentary intimacy

Both parties with intentions to cheat the other 

Greater income, bigger assets, blinded we forget our pasts 

Each party an affinity to drain the other 

To receive and not give 

To become liabilities

Ego driven and constant coping repairs

Learning from pain and heartaches

Dents beneath shallow mechanic repairs

To puncture and never be stabbed

The birth of a new regular human 

Same old story

The lessons of love and adolescence 

That the horrors that lurk within this world

Is inevitably what life is, what we are

And then there's I 

Standing at the aftermath of all I have foreseen 

Slowly becoming one of these detested devils

But this is my journey, hopefully I get out of this muddy pit 

Novice now veteran 

Hunters now haunted

Devoured now devourer

The cycle of enlightenment and evolution 

After all he laughs, he lives

But no one sees the dark he sees 

On the crossroad of lively and lonely 

Rickety cart they should call me 

If only there were someone who sees me 

The architecture of youthful living 

The weight that cracks my back 

One who sees under the mask 

Just one please 

Just one

This is the void 

Monster

- wrightwriteswrit

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