It is only when you stare into the eyes
of a monster
Can you see its reflection in yourself.
You twist sideways and turn yourself
upside down,
Trying to transform this image into one
of Beauty
Of something you could love forever and
never let go
To alter the outside because you won’t accept;
it is part of you.
Murder. It is the only answer. Murder
what you hate
And it will die inside of you. If you let it live out there,
It will haunt your every step, echo your
every move
Until you slowly lose contact with a
reality too terrifying
To see.
Kill it... before it kills you.
