Real Live Monsters
We first start
With young day
And fresh air,
The perfect scene
To discover her
There, but not there
I mean alive in that sense
Shell of former self
A symbol All will know
All will see.
Those mornings plagued
When the troubled
No longer have need of beds,
Many faces of beauty uglied
Flash through the head
Where crime in details
Is a persistent file
Blank of no name or face
Dead ends, cold case.
There is true evil
Within small town sadness
Dark depression blankets
What a loving place this used to be,
Now that a monster has come out
Of hell's closet
And left his everlasting mark.
In the young evening
When daylights fresh air has gone stale
Prayers ascend those God fearing homes
Somewhere a balance
Readying to right,
Gives a small ray of hope.
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Comments
Devon this is so well done..Jack the ripper Dark depression blankets...great line
Mark thanks a lot man I couldn't find any other picture to fit the one in my head this was close enough. I love the whole serial killer crime movies and I started watching a stephen king movie that inspired this.
Hey Devon what a write. I feel like I was riding along with old jack through all his malicious intent. I try write a dark write but heart turns me from it . I enjoyed this one a lot . Hugs to you bro rockÂ
I didn't intend on this being about jack the ripper but he certainly was amongst some of those real live monsters. Rock I bet that you can do a write like this
Expand that talent give yourself a challenge, let me know when you do. Thanks for commenting this is a dark write but the worst part is that this stuff happens. Peace.