Beauty of a Beast

There’s something alluring about all things evil. 

For some reason,

Superheroes are less attractive

Than villains

We fall for the charm of a morally grey character

compared to some exceptionally perfect being.

After all, 

We are no God.

We are flawed.

Awfully. 

They preach to us about monsters under the bed

About the ghosts in dark alleys

With filthy hair 

And bleeding cheeks

I haven’t met any of them

The only monsters i saw

were

Disguised as pretty things

Like my serpent

Encased in a glass casket

Crawling it’s tender body on tendrils

My monster, my serpent,

Had beauty that sent chillls

It is always there

With it’s golden eyes

Staring at me

it clutches my hand in its teeth

And bites me 

everytime I try to feed

but I keep doing it 

Because look at it.

It’s so pretty. 

Don’t be ridiculous, i am not a moron

I have tried to get rid of it.

but

It’s like moon

Following me everywhere

It’s so wonderful

And i keep wondering

why is it chasing me

It’s shimmering green scales

And glowing golden eyes

Driving me to lunacy

oh

It’s so pretty

I keep the serpent close

Sometimes, without any boundaries

I start following it wherever it goes

And one day it takes me to a graveyard

It is the graveyard for my dreams

I mourn them while I bury their alive breathing bodies

They shriek for help calling ambition to rescue them

Ambition, that is tied back at home,

With a duct tape on its mouth

Ears covered with headphones

I am smothered by the sight

And then find the snake staring at me

Those yellow eyes are no longer lovely

I seize a tombstone and crush the snake underneath

It’s over i think

It’s done.

Isn’t it?

The snake is dead.

So I started walking back. 

With dirt on my nails

And gravel in the shoes i had worn,

I trace my path back to home

Hoping I am not too far gone

Hoping I am not too far gone

Hoping I am not too far gone


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