I, Monster

I want to be

a thing with claws

a handsome beast

with yellow eyes.

To feel the heat

of Winters chill

like razor blades

in pumpkin pies.

I want to wear

a short black coat

that gleams like tears

on mamas face.

To know that I

exist at night

as shadows creep

grow long and die.

To be of flesh

like twisted wire

thats wrapped around

a horsewhip frame.

Tom turn to smoke

like mustard gas

flow through the cracks

and yell, "Surprise!"

Because a man

is nothing more

than what he dreams

and what he dares

so I must try

to change this form

or blow away

like Autumn ash.

So Ill attempt

to shape my frame

to that which cant

but should exist

and show the world

my grinning rage

my sharktooth laugh

my vicious kiss.

I want to be

a thing with claws

a handsome beast

with yellow eyes.