Who Could Ever Love a Monster?
Your name takes shape in wary whispers
Never spoken aloud
For fear that you would devour their voices
And bite the screams from their throats
While you watch them in between
The jaws of death
Your story echoes in the dread of night
Used as an example
To those who care not to listen
And would rather cause an uproar
While you wait in
The silence of darkness
Your image draws up recurring nightmares
A swindler of peace
Blinding the ones who dare to dream
In your disguised wake
While you greet
The reflection of envy
Your existence is steeped in despair
Unworthy of affection
Kept in a lightless and cold place
Unreachable and distant
While you waste away in
The presence of loneliness
Because who could ever love a monster?