I Like Playing With Dangerous Creatures By John Patrick Robbins

Please allow me to transform to suit your ever-fragile ego along with my own.

It's a dance upon the edge as it's within both our natures to kill, what can promise us hope.

I built a monument to self-destruction, dressed it up, and paraded it around as my truth.

To caress a cancer within is as pathetic as to embrace a repeated offense expecting a different result.

As you read and await my failure.

Are we not both equally twisted together in this shared dependency.

But at least you're not a mess like me, huh?

When I look at the serpent head-on, it will show no mercy, but at least it will not pretend to be anything more than what it truly is.

The venom goes down smoothly.

You can be right, as somehow I am thirsting to come out of this alive.

It's always in the silence the demons whisper to tormented souls pains equally as myself.

It's in the silence I will lose, as you will realize.

The blood is on your hands as well as my own.

I am in agony, never in wait.

Compassion knows not anyone who resides here.

JPR is a Southern Gothic writer. His work has been published in Disturb The Universe, Cold Rambler, Fixator Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, Piker Press, and Impspired Magazine.

His work is often dark and always unfiltered.