Monster

Monster

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

They did not create the monster, that was all my doing;
I pity the unfortunate fool who will meet the wretch one day,
the stink of my hate and anger.

Monotonous filth plague my ears,
years of silence broken...

What was once imprisoned now free to roam my soul,
my mind slowly becoming a sludge wasteland;
The sounds of agony tormented by an endless melancholy.

I no longer see people, humans or precious life;
I see dysfunctional organisms...
trying to claim with their little might what was never theirs!

I see a wealth of diseased-riddled, puss-filled flesh withering away;
The true nature of the beast rises with interaction;
Death hovers impatiently like a true vulture.

A cesspool of w****s...
They speak with great might, how poisonous;
Their words are contagious festering sores;
It's for the greater good they cry!

I see failed abortions, where are you god?

© 2017 Phillip J Clayton



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these words like a bag of rocks ! HEAVY!!
nice writing

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Phillip J Clayton

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your review, much appreciated :).
Cheers!

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Added on January 31, 2017
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Tags: poem, macabre, anger, hate, experimental, monster, writing, downwardspiral, phillipjclayton

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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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I am a visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 10+ years of experience working in the visual arts industry. As an independent artist, I also pursue a host of personal projects and brands... more..

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