The Weak is Meat

This orange ball of fire burning high into the night sky, a full moon with dark desires the night conspires then retires, a single black crow will witness the action below then go! the darkness descends once again the weak can’t defend, it’s the usual end.

Her madness started long ago, now much uglier than before her demons love the meek, if innocence! then evermore sweet, her monsters buried deep the blessing of a soul you can’t keep, the beginning of the end, her destiny was in a spin so! let us begin

The orange glowing eyes of her oppressor, tooth and claw aggressor. When the helpless are discarded in a pile! after the dreadful foul, the mind shattered Identity scattered nothing else would ever matter. A banquet feast for the beast, her tormenting would never cease

In this gray matter between light and dark, where your monsters start passing through the window of innocence, evil’s due diligence. Victim! and perpetrator alike walk the devil’s escalator if I’m right, the dark corridors in the mind where the horrors incubate over time.

Speak not of the tragedy that killed a heart then wrecked a soul, hear not the echo of your demon’s voice that laughed then scold, see not the acts of your domination, twisted was this abomination deceased! grief! lack of peace by another’s hand, forever damned

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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