Disparagement

It comes on like a wave of

Utter malcontent

Languid in its being

Tepid is its temperature

As the blood begins to boil

While emotions remain apathetic

Until the breaking point

Has been reached

I fear this beast I can no

Longer control

The chains have broken

No more is she bound to the wall

Of my mind in darkness

See her ravenous smile

As she comes out of her shell

She will destroy you all

This world has no meaning to her

Only death and repugnance lies

Within her rotting mind

That fetid gray flesh incased in bone

And her eyes, soulless to the end

She can see right through you

As if you were made of glass

You will shatter into a thousand splinters

Leaving her to do no more than merely laugh

(c) 2003 A Riddle