The Storm Before the Calm

Sketch by an old friend, Hans who returned some years ago

I am the monster
the monster is me.
Blind alley razor
abuse by decree.
I rotate my rage
to alleviate guilt.
My conscience broke
my mind on tilt.
I am the monster
a dark retard
pale by reflection
dirty backyard.
I am the monster
hear me howl
bent by moonlight
language so foul.
I am the monster
wet from dew
see me reflect
an image of you.