People can't know
About this C r e a t u r e hidden inside.
With a pout that locks It in,
It peeks out at the world through pools of G r e y ,
It glares and gleams,
The pernicious M i n x
Has only H a v o c on It's agenda.
Tearing from loose threads,
It paces in the mind;
Its claws gashing I n s i d e ,
A masochistic twitch coagulating in Its being.
The flinting flock of I n n e r P e a c e
Is left V i c t i m to Its insatiable H u n g e r .
Crimson dribbles over untainted I n n o c e n c e
As It sadistically takes S i n f u l P l e a s u r e in
C o r r u p t i o n from the inside out.
The prison grows F r a g i l e ,
Teeth chewing and rouge smearing,
The E n d draws nearer.
The B e a s t grins in Its own M a d n e s s .
Hissing L i e after L i e as the lips part.
Bones jut out and pinching becomes a R i t u a l . . .
Silence settles.
Remaining W i l l P o w e r is consumed and
Cold, salty morose over flows G r e y windows;
The S o u l once trapped with the M o n s t e r
Fading into N o t h i n g n e s s .
The H o l l o w domain can no longer cage the S e c r e t ,
As the T r u t h is blatant and R e a l i t y is harsh.
