The Monster Within

What a treacherous lot this monster brings, Thoughts of hatred and plenty evil things. It sits and chews until its bitter sweet, Then spews it out all over the already rotten meat. It's disturbing presence surely curses me, Never knowing witch of its faces today I will see. It twist, flips and, cleverly spins its web, Until I can't make sense of anything inside my head. I run and I hide and I try to lock myself far away, It doesn't ask permission to come out and play.. It kills and maims everything within its path, Then just sits back and revels in a tear soaked bath. With the wraith of Zeus and Hades soul, The monster has me under its complete control. M. Lyn Church January 30,2013