Monsters

It only takes so much for the human heart to wear out from abuse. For some it can take a matter of minutes for the human heart to receive the eviction notice of not being loved. It can do great damage where love is needed but never supplied; it can cause terrible effects upon the psyche.

How far can someone go without the human acknowledgement of being loved? I don't know but one must be aware of how they do that. I have met people who really don't understand human suffrage; to them, it's like a big joke. They themselves would love to plant evil for you rather than to see you stride with a purpose, a goal. "I got the answer to my life and what my dreams should be." They don’t want you to succeed. Success comes with a cost and they seek to have you pay for it.

Humans, them with cold hearts, see the down trodden, and to them their normal reaction is to laugh, mock at your suffering. Isn't enough, enough for them? Do they notice the breaking point in someone's face--pain etched on dirty skin? Unwashed without care, gaunt stares, and bellies not fully filled, love not there. Do they care to notice?

How further can one go but down. Looking to terrorize those that have fallen to the wayside; they make matters worse for you. As if you're bruising, your pain isn't enough; they want blood. The sore not fully healed properly, they pick at it over again, they laugh, they snicker, they like how your blood runs. Red crimson falls to the ground. They poke the knife even more; start the scar patch to reopen once again, this time the intent to hurt you. And there your blood spills to the ground, look how crimson, it falls. Your heart crushed.

I've seen the true human heart and its depraved condition witnessed with my own two eyes, oh how cruel. I beheld evil.

Faces filled with delight when one hurts. Swimming in darkness they are cold of emotions. It's foreign to their makeup of things to feel remorse for those in need. With persistence they like to torture. Breaking down the mind seeing evil as it is.

From suffering comes hate then malice which equalize your death. If the average person could study the human mind, and its makeup and how callous it can become we would not be able to walk the streets even at night.

So evil the imagination of the mind and how real it can become if played with.

What we weave becomes the normal setting of conception and from there I do believe your life will be in their hands. I do believe monsters exist, human ones mainly.

I believe there are things in this world which should be explained but cannot because where these monsters lay in wait, watching for the moment to seize you, it's very dark, and foreboding of surroundings; the mind can fool a lot of people. Who would want to discover it, take their time to see it? And what really awaits us if we do see?

Monsters don't need a time to show themselves, they just do quite unafraid of what you might do or what you might say. It's in them to destroy you. Far gone is the spirit is theirs.

Beware my mean friend, human monster who kicks the hurting. Before the far side catches up with you--you now too far gone yourself, to make human again. The trials of the Homeless are strong, and their cause with effort can be helped but not with human monsters around who make deliberate attempts to cause further pain.

One doesn't know where to go, and Homelessness becomes a situation then a lifestyle.