No Thought Too Dark For the Monster
No thought too dark for the monster
the beast will bare its teeth.
The innocent taste of false hopes and dreams
and the Angel of Mercy is torn limb from limb.
No point of contention.
Who am I to decide
if love is just another word for weakness?
Guilt demands punishment and violence leads to violence.
The retribution must fit the crime.
Guilt demands punishment
violence leads to violence
when a creeping burden yearns to devour the heart
through vivid memories that tell of a dark history.
Fearfully repressed,
regretfully denied.
A monster lays dormant below the mind.
Rise to the surface,
there's no place left to hide.
How much more hate within me will I find...?
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009
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