The ABC's of the Monster Pain Allow me the satisfaction of living Bring to me the power to fight Callous-covered enemies and Deranged monster-like atrocities Elapsing the time by torturous Ferocities that stop short of God and retreat in fear as they Hinder another victim with Indifference and let the animals Jackhammer the nails of Knowledge into my body Liquidizing into my soul Mastering the art of abuse Nourishing my empty body with Ominous fevers disguised with Potent bittersweet liquor of Quietness capped with the silent Riot of voices and bodies in Scorching heat of abandonment and Teasing chills of crowding imperfections Undulating in waters of free Violence throwing itself at the Wealth of precious innocence created by Xylography instituting itself in the Yearning body like wood with the Zealous baby of sin and hate.
Reason for writing:
I have had a problem with depression for over a year, and in late December, early January, I was in agony from loneliness and depression. I feel that I write most of my best poems when im in a down mood, and I wrote this in one of them. It doesn't make immediate sense, but every line has its meaning, every meaning has its place in all our lives. I felt I needed to share this with everyone, in hopes of letting the lonely know they're not alone.
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