Mixed Malice

Mixed Malice short poem

Uploaded by Maxwell Shaw


I don’t wanna be the monster

I don’t wanna be the monster
My lady what I have I become

This lust makes my very touch

Numb

I don’t wanna be the monster

I don’t wanna be the monster
The soul is untold but my

Burning stone rolls

For fools’ gold

You are my beginning and end

The legend that builds within

You are what they call a true

Woman

But me I am a only a living sin
I don’t wanna be monster

I don’t wanna be monster

Sorry isn’t a start but it was the

End I think I have done it again

Turned your reigns into a ruin

I have been gone for too long

It’s crazy I am buried alive

I intended to dig deep

For myself but in the process

I found

My shard in the dirt and over time applied

Pressure before I knew it my precious gem

Had a became a diamond

A rare beauty that turned this

Very creature into a tamed beast.

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