The Monster's Lament

Shunned, forgotten

Beaten, rotten

Stitched, sodden

Weakened, trodden

Lost, alone

Demented, disowned

Sentenced, sewn

Disallowed to atone

Only the blind will forgive me

Wretch that I am, I'll outlive thee

Love, passion

Contentment, attachment

Conceit, camaraderie

Comfort in who we are to be

Hundreds of things took for granted

More than a right, they're expected

Dead talеs, why I?

Monster fables, resentment, fear

Purpose, anguish, company, man

Think, smile again

Judas fell to the darkness of Hell

He hurt, regretted in his eternity cell

But at least he saw not what he reckoned

Nor heard the cries of the damned he had beckoned

Victor, I've heard

Sits alive and superb

Cheering, smiling

Not just living, but whiling

While his creature of ire is disregarded

But there's no tomb on this Earth capably guarded

Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here?

A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear

What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man?

I don't think I'll ever smile again

I will learn

(The life which I studied could never have loved me)

I will fight

(He can't ignore that which he left sick and bloodied)

And as I yearn

(The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous)

I'll be right

(The thing you fear most is your own baseness)

And so I'll murder, defile

All else that is vile

Lay waste to all he loves and then set light to the pile

If that fool doesn't do as I command him

Just one wish is all he's holding me ransom

If a man can play God; create life where there's naught

Just to steal away to comfort while ignoring what's wrought

Then it stands to reason he should pay penance

I'll be thrilled to hand down his final sentence

He's just a quack, clambering absently

Barely past the clasps of insanity

Underhandedly handling bias, waxing elegiac about anomie

So if that charlatanic blasphemy will not transmute another lass for me

As if this charade he calls 'Science' is any more than bastardized alchemy

There'll be no suitable weapon he could brandish

Land, sea and ice, I will ravage

Shunned, forgotten

Beaten, rotten

Stitched, sodden

Obscenely begotten

Not even God's light will reach you

Yet, wretch that I am, I beseech you

Chair underfoot, don't you tempt me

You'll find the weight of life awfully heavy