Yes, there is a monster in you,
I can see it in your left eye,
its claws sharp, beckoning, dangerous
and demented as its scratches
along the iris, leaving lines that seep
out the pale red of humanity
that it affords you, that the monster,
cunning and deceitful allows you too feel.
I see the monster and hear it growl and laugh,
I experience suffering
as I try my damndest to pull away
from the stare, the fixated point of lascivious
longing that comes with natural ardour.