The Monster is Out

The Monster is Out

I say hello,
To my fellow,
You, who read this,
As one of my victims.

It's a monster, 'Am said to be,
Stop reading, I let you flee,
Cuz I have no feel,
And it's a deal.

Yet, if you remain,
Have on me no blame,
I've told you the truth in advance,
That my words are hurting as lance.

I present Once Upon Tim as a boy,
Who never ever had had a joy,
In a nightmare, he grew up,
All his balloons to go pop.

By the last beats of his heart,
There came the fortune with a dart,
Like bubbles in a drink of the parents,
Came the deep truth up with the bends.

Let it be, the boy went to talk to the dad,
That his only desire was to be dead,
Uncovering the void of his soul,
Got a bitter frown that ghoul.

Poor common man,
In front of such a dread,
Had no choice but to treat,
Facing his own creature to defeat.

"You're a monster!" Said the brave,
Blowing his own son into grave,
This is how I died, O.U.Tim,
Telling a truth as a sin.

As a vital, I'm OUT,
I live for none, but to haunt,
Whispering my story as a wisp,
Holding neither despair, nor a trist.

In this way the monster flies,
From rhymes to rhymes,
Passing by you to try,
Saying eternal bye.