A/N: This poem is inspired by a sentence in The Butterfly Effect, a fanfic by The Scarlett Ribbon, "Monster, she [Sakura] thought. Sasuke is becoming a monster."
Also inspired by the poetry review unit thing my English teacher gave us. As my best friend would say, they make me feel epicked.
Monster
Transformed by the blackened nightmares,
Reddened eyes of past fervor.
Cold and calm,
Mad and crazed
Those were two entities inside his head.
He didn't have a soul to speak of,
Didn't need words to believe;
Simple action was enough to convince
People of his evil nature.
Beatific a face was like an angel,
What was but a mask.
His heart was stone,
Cold, un-beating,
From the haunting shadows of his past,
That turned his soul ink-black—
An empty void of
Hate.
The boy turned into man was a monster:
A poor creature no one understood.
What was he, but a pawn
In the forces' clashes?
What was he, but a fool,
In this mad world of violence,
When right and evil, wrong and good
Seemed so much like
Those indefinable
Shades of gray?
The blind man was a monster:
The plan failed, the sad outcome.
Long lost from the straight and narrow,
He was
An astray guardian of peace and justice
Turned demon.
The lonely man was a monster,
The survivor, the betrayer, the Avenger.
He lived his life,
Built on lies,
Until they all when crumbling down.
So,
He told himself simply:
He did not want pity
From the un-understanding others,
(Though half the time he knew not
What was really wrong.)
So,
He continued on his road,
Inconvincible,
Immovable.
He was deaf
From the words of truth
Until the last step brings him
Falling down the cliff.
Perhaps someday, some way, he would finally realize
That Life is more than
Murder and bloodshed.
He would hold on tight to
That thread of silk
Which bonded to
His past.
'Till then he shall unsheathe his bloody katana,
Watching,
Smiling,
As men died before.
With the sun high overhead—
No clouds on such a day—
The monster would walk through a field of red.
His humanity
Slowly
—Draining
Away—