Daily Poem Entries

I, Monster 2

I, Monster 2

I wake with the crumbling grind of life in my ears,
this landscape of sound that accompanies me relentless,
a gnawing presence that gives voice to my need,
the yawning void within my darkest being, voracious
in its demand for satisfaction, more souls to plug the unholy gap,
more life to pour into the endless emptiness of death,
more blood to staunch the hunger for an instant,
for a moment of fulfillment and the brief silence of the voice.
I move with practised care, assuming the face of innocence,
guarding my ravening raptor’s intent with disguise,
that I might walk among them, invisible, unremarked,
being in the crowd but not of it, with only the appearance
of humanity. No need to seek or choose, mine merely
to wait for the one, fascinated by my coldness,
desiring to change and reveal me as one of them,
drawn as the moth to my neon light, unable to resist
the nothingness of me and their drive to save.
Oh, I’ll swallow their wish to rescue me as appetiser
before the feast, feed off the waking understanding
in their eyes, savour the fear as they see their plight,
relish the instant when fear turns to horror, devour
their terror, their pain, as the fastidious knife
does its delicate work. For one brief time I’ll be close
to satiation of this rapacious darkness within
and with urges dispersed, insistence diverted,
I’ll slip once more into a dreamless sleep, later to emerge
to the hunger again.


Line Count: 27
Free Verse
For The Daily Poem, July 29 2020
Prompt: Write a poem that you could feasibly label as being in the Horror genre.