Hey what a fucked week! That's how i'm gonna begin this post. I feel like the misunderstood frankenstein's monster, and now as metal blast out my speakers and blaring into my ears my newest poem, Frankenshine Monshtar.

Strong at will but weak at heart,
Stalks this behemoth, misunderstood.
Standing his ground when scrutiny and obscenities impale him.
No companion by his side, but sadism in his stride,
His haunting conscience to a manic.
Ripping his violators away leaving them to decay, he walks off an unhappy soul.
No one to trust, no one to love but better with no one, no one to hurt as others hurt him.
His heart form icicles cold from the trecherous deeds of mankind.
Am I a mistake? Why am I here?
These questions protrude from his hollow cries of redemption from deep within.
All he sees is sadness and corruption in this world a god made for perfection.
All he knows are the hypocretes who worship and deify religion, heaven hopers he calls them.
He thinks to himself, what if there is no god?
Then surely somebody must take a stand but all there is are vain efforts.
People dying for their flag, patriots who are glorified while the rich laugh from the profits of war.
To stop a world from damnation they must first learn to cooperate.
But where is the cooperation we see in war, he ponders.
Interdependance is all part of human nature but it is rarely practised as what our religions want.
Only a few pilgrims take their root in faith but some seek an escapism in stories of a man who got crucified for being edified.
What are we all here for? He now questions, can we seclude ourselves in this modern jungle and not be part of its eco-system?
He finds that he is the victim of victims who plot their own death with pollution and corruption.
And always remember, just because you ruined your life doesn't mean you must ruin others.
We have the power to change, its whether we got the will.

pic: look at that boy all gothed up! To all goths in singapore- be as flamboyant as you can let's take over the fashion scene for good!