The Monster (within us)

Steadily upon the sterile hallway
A crooked grin beseeches upon the castaways
The neglected, the abused, the traumatized
His thoughts spiraling into corporeal slaughter
A mind consumed with ethereal voices
The void in his stomach as hollow as his soul

A knife coddled in one hand,
a virulent disposition jammed in the other
embarking on a sanctimonious expedition
With archaic parchment in tow
chained to its wretched doctrine
a voluntary prisoner bound in blood.
and a tidy haircut freshly trimmed.

Swaddling a briefcase decayed as Cleopatra
sheltered by a man's prodigious facade.
An inviting proclamation he declared
was a generous offering bestowed to an institution
persecuted by Alcotts and Mcarthys alike.  

Nervously ticking like an antique clock
Within its licentious 6x10 confines
lays a menagerie of snarled, mangled wires
like an orgy of hissing rattlesnakes entwined.
Mounds of concrete shield the faux samaratin's eardrums
A bulwark against shrieks of the damned belting in cacophony.

As the scaffolding plunges into smoke
And the silenced victims number in dozens
The man adorned by exquisitely combed scalp
And sinister sneer of a leopard
Scoffs and giggles at the completion of his work
A masterpiece of carnage, a circus of agony.

A singular scream, a shriek of indignation
pierces his auditory fortress of wax
A crack in its grandiose engineering
breaths a meager sigh of regret in his lungs
A crack with the potential to multiply
but sealed with ducktape post-haste.

The monster preaches good faith.
The monster is unbroken
The monster shattered all of his mirrors
The monster is within us
Desperate to emerge.