Little Monster

Lonesome, sat the retched monster
Day in - day out
Few stopped to see him
Only to poke, prod, and tease
Visitors began to extinguish
He stared, longingly, at his containment cell
White bars, meant only for the sickest of evils
How was he supposed to know better?
Intentions were well - but only to fail
He corrupted her, so she locked him up
By now the visitors have vanished
Those and deceived
And even those that loved
Have all abandoned him 
Left for dead
His unknowing power
Naive, yet diabolical
Had to be hidden away
The only thing strong enough to hold him
Is his bony white cage

We all have our monster
Mine, desperately clings to life
Never to see the light again

There is a reason our hearts lie in our ribcage
It's a dangerous livelihood

Comments

Raaga

This is an awesome way of expression.Keep up the good work.

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