There are no such thing as monsters
a shot pierces the air making a perfect little hole in her skull,
her gray matter leaving through the exit wound, not as neat,
on the other side
...no such thing as monsters
Life drains from the eyes of the living as they pass unto the dead
In that moment you can still see the soul spark left,
every nerve on fire with the pain of a death blow,
the knowledge of endings opening it’s bloody maw to devour
thing as Monsters…
Eyes lose focus, when it’s over, glossing over white.
everything they were let’s go, the flesh and Spirit part
a mournful cry from those left behind carries their pain
to departed.
The chill shriek of chaos merely echoes in the dark.
As Monsters,
Do they realize their villainy and merely do not care?
How do you remain blind and silent about things that matter?
Is that reflection in the mirror, really me or really you?
Monsters.
Tell me it’s not true.
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