Monster

Monster

A Poem by Ian Lundin
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The road to hell is paved with the best of intentions. Dated: 05-06-07

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The corruptor walks a righteous path
But it's apparent in the aftermath
With every footstep the corruptor takes
An impression is left by his destructive wake
Arrogant, with a blind point of view
Simple fool, to believe you're only hurting you
Yourself
You're so selfish
Far to f*****g ignorant to see
(You're capable of being something amazing)
Myself
I'm so selfish
I saw it coming, yet I still did nothing
(God damn, just look at what I've inspired you to be)

Damn.
Look, now, at what I've done
Oh Momma, can't you see what I've become?
I have just been this way so long
(long as I can remember)
Striving to live right and yet causing so much harm
(I guess I've always been just a sinner)
What have I inspired in you,
Christ, what the hell have I introduced you to?
What have I exposed you to,
Oh god, just what am I supposed to do?

It was just good fun (as it should have remained)
But now the damage is done (I've left my stain)
Such a beautiful flower, in full bloom,
(Because of me, that beauty shrouds a terrible truth)
To think, I've already inflicted scars upon you
(to think that I've allowed this to continue)
'Though you weren't the first blossom to wilt on this path
'Though not the first trampled, you shall be the last.

At this point, I fear there's nothing I can do,
But, against that, I just hope I can still save you
(I know, you don't see the need)
You don't need to be saved, is what you believe
(but what you don't see)
Is this illusion, self-spun (do not be decieved)
Whatever you do, don't turn into me.

© 2008 Ian Lundin


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Ian Lundin
Ian Lundin

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