Monsters

Birthed from the canals of dark sewage monsters.

There is no escape from the soul’s wants but suppressing it.

Heaven knows that’s in the rearview window for him now.

Cold air comes through the room’s vent.

False favoritism led her from the bar into the bed.

Manipulative to her repulsions and feeds on the weeping widow’s weakest hour.

Tasty and fresh, will not let go.

Screaming body snatcher voices invade the realm.

Burn the evidence in the wake of fear.

Any sense of a way out is but an immoral fantasy for what he holds near.

Exit afterward without showing face, the hedonistic hour has fled.

The mystery precedes the adulterer’s flow.

Self-awareness rises as the truth comes out.

“Sorry dear, You’re going down without a fight.”

For God forgot the keys a long time ago.

Release this retained feeling in front of an abysmal show.

Let the curtains down and show everyone what they already know.

This human being is anything but human.

His hands tear at the cloth that holds a stitch of her dignity.

If only a hell existed in the post-modern world, they could scissor him off from humanity.

However, you're not dealing with a human being.

It's an entity that existed since the angels fell from above to below.

There is no consequence to those who do not get caught.