Moonlight

In times like such when he gazes at moon,
And reflect between night and noon,
He feels inside a rancor,
Another day calls for encore.


Darkest desires fill him deep,
His only need, what monster seeks,
In phantasmagoria, his concience knocks,
Guilty him, in shadow he walks.


For only in balmy light of moon,
He can see his natural boon,
And how is designed different,
To achieve goals, myriad and aberrant.


But this divide keeps getting stronger,
He fights to restrain it longer,
No respite when monster takes over,
You are to blame for this cross over.


He will kill for sure,
He will kill you too,
All throats that will be slit,
the blood is on you.


For once a simple soul,
Got mutated with pain,
His heart rancid and foul,
A diabolical, a bane.


He wonders how you bear this,
You played him out of his saneness,
For such trivial gains, he cries,
Monster is born the moment he dies.


Your ostentatious eudemonia drives him crazy,
His loneliness, so dark and hazy,
He hates you, he is alcohol abused,
Pushed him aside, as easy as you used.


Remember these sins are not forgotten,
They will suck your life, render it rotten,
Every time the monster kills,
In your name, ill will bills.


This wickedness will consume your joys,
Lesson learnt, human aint toys,
Alone and aged, your only atonement,
Be one with him, an eternal punishment.


I wish he gets dragged out of pit,
I pray for your sake as I sit,
and gaze at moon trying to ignore his suffering,
but be very afraid, he is untrusting.