The Creature
Can you believe no one has seen its face?
Did you know it hears the howls of pain?
Do you know its not of the human race?
Did you know its seen the blood stains?
How has it survived all these centuries?
How can you not hear its cry?
Why does it put up with all the anxieties?
Doesn't it ever want to die?
Why must it lurk in the shadows?
Why wont it let out the pain unsaid?
Its not like we'll send it to the gallows.
Its not like we're going to fall dead.
What is this thing?
Why doesn't anybody know it exists?
Is it afraid of all the backstabbing?
Why can't everyone know its in our midsts?
It will still be here when everything else is gone.
And still no one will ever know.
All the things its undergone.
All those things that had happened a long time ago
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