I love monsters
And monsters hate me
For they see the addict in themselves
As I place a mirror
In between
I unravel their wits
Make them hiss and spit
Uncoiling in fury
They can no longer
Fabricate
The very lives they built
Which echo their deceit
Straight back in the empty house
They clawed away at
Soiled with red paint
And putrid lies
Not even they can deny
Come forth the all seeing eye
No hidden walls
Or secret gardens
Sunken in their blackened hearts
Just clarity
Forcing them to
Face their own insanity
...You do not fool me.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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