08 agosto 2011


A child heart
a monster face.
The secret of life 
they wanted to embrace.

With dead bodies, arms and legs
they sewed them, all together
so you could take shape.

" Energy, bring him to life!!!"
They yelled from the dark.
A ray of light came down to earth
and in his brain was born a spark.

Poor man, you were doomed
before you came.
My sweet and charming monster,
a pawn in a wicked game.

Can't you see the real monsters in your life ?
Those who smile and stab a knife in your back.
Can you see the difference between black and white?
I know you are a lost soul who roams and prowls at night

Poor monster,
misunderstood man.
You were doomed
before you came...

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