I am the people
the people are me.
My individuality is blurred
into a still hating
still loving
society.
Tag: Evil
The Frankenstein Complex
I have the Frankenstein complex.
People fear what they don’t understand.
They also tend to hate
what they genuinely fear
or are not used to.
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I have been alienated.
Exiled to dark corners.
To isolation, which makes it worse.
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It now appears
that I attend dark, sinister séances
and am evil.
All because people don’t understand
that I might love a person, might love another.
The Evil Fantastic
Black sleek
silver flashes
Lightning in the night
Shiver-shining across scales
of the Black Beast
Claws of yellow bone
hard and scarred
Knuckles
powerful hinges
Fingers
scaled and slender
Tendons of wire
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Face filled with hellfire
washed with blood
and flamed flesh
Eyes yellow
hot
Black slit
Tongue
forked and fang flanked
Evil intent on its solitary mind
Deep within its burning brain
In it’s ribs seeth and stoke
the demons
Big bat cloak for its cloak
and for its flight
It’s tail for the fight
The Evil Fantastic.