A poem of Hell.. Monsters....

What are your feelings on this Poem? Our Monsters?

The bastard could no longer take it,
noose on his hand strangling himself,
Tied,a knife pocketed,calling for the last cut,
slicing,sanity and monsters await.

Chest pounding,a hidden heart,
fighting to break free from his soul,
Remorseful self fabrications of love,
in a prefab society bound by rules.

Rules of the forgotten heathens,
explode into flames,ashes to dwell in,
Monsters roar as goodness flees,
untied? why? just to be alone,then die.

Dracula,Frankenstein,the Werewolf,
the Mummy,all of us,you and me,
Slashing at decency,corrupted,vile,
as nightmares become reality.

The reality of heart ache,dead souls,
killed by those who profess love,
Only to rip it out,a bloody mess,
carcasses to be cremated into Hell.

The walk became a journey,smiling,
friends better off dead and buried,
Monsters can not harm them,
as our time and sanity escapes.

Untied,but why? to fight then destroy,
that's why,dignity,compassion,a dream,
Annihilated,as society readies itself,
as justice and beauty is put into graves.

Graves holding goodness,innocence,
as we finally break down in tears,
Not ashamed to grieve over Paradise,
that's gone,as another child of God dies.

TBO. byeeexxx.