Let sleeping Monsters lie

So many years past since the dawn of an era.

Slumbered so long that even the dust that fill my lungs have been taken,

Taken be the everlasting agony of eternity.


Strange though how I have seen this creature humanity and all its petty existence.

So easily swayed and occupied by the insanity of boredom.

A simpleminded waste of God’s breath yet He has not decided to leave…

Leave them to their own devices.

They confuse complication and the rhyme there of to be entertaining and cunning.

Yet when it is read rhyme and complication are fuel to the fire of their own incompetence.

If only they had heed my words and read what is written.

Yet as a ploy to fool them, intellectually they scribble between the lines.

To never realize that all life ends with the margin of guilt and inhibition.

Draw your name in the sand while the other carves your name in stone.

Wooden creates filled with lost souls as the others scurry like drowned ants.

So fast to war and faster to judge, repetitive and insolent.

Each day after the next coupled by a thought that was fathomed in the devil's ass.

Big and pretty words to mask the true meaning of failure.

Another sentence before sentences are served.

Occupied with the daily routine and opinionated habitats they lay…

And prick at monsters that nightmares have never brought about.

A lowly garment that covers the skin as the sun burns its existence into the pale.

Scattered pieces and shards of a soul now blacked by the heat of anger.

Yet they do not know what they seek as they enrage the beast within.

I have lied dormant many ions and here where I lay time itself has died.

Never to reveal the face that eats one's soul in the pale moonlight.

Hollow howls of anguish will fill their lives if I am ever to let the crimson night sky cores these impaled eyes.

Still there is one man that has stood steadfast to prevent such agony.

Yet to him no homage is rewarded.

Yet even now as my blackened heart yearns for the meal savored and the urge for blood courses his veins, he denies me my revenge on a race that has forgotten and still forgets…

The very sacrifice God has given them…

So when the first horn blows my good fellow you should know…

You should know my day has come, you will truly see the monster you have kept within.

I will be their War, Famine, Pestilence and Death.

So for now you will stand here in my path even as they stone you.

Let them provoke the inevitable tail of their desire.

Weakening daily and soon will find your end at the very hands of those you die to protect

Yet even here at your end you wish to have sleeping monsters lie…

In the hope that just 1 would make it thru your valley of death.

There will be no happy ending and your soul will forever tormented for your doing.

But I will rest for now as even I have my master.

Till you close your eyes for the slumber I have danced with for ions.