In a way our lives are entwined
But it keeps getting caught within our own net of misery
Their lives fade and start to dim
It makes it hard, so we can’t see
Making us forget what we truly are
But then the wind answers me…
Monsters.
What’s that I hear?
I hear a voice
I hear a whisper
A voice that mumbled something
Something like…
Monsters
Somehow I’m sure an ocean’s breeze will calm the storm
But only that and nothing more
Walking through the bloodstained halls –
Pushing through these crimson doors
And all I hear is the voice grows louder
It grows angrier
Shaking fear through my bones
And it shouts to me
Monster!
Blinded by the darkness
Confused by the rain
Frightened by the voice
The moaning voice returns again
Monster
Mustering the courage
I clench my fist
And bare my teeth
I shout to the invisible voice
“I may be a monster
That I know
But the very least
I have things to show.
The conquest
The horror
I’ve seen it all
At least I’ve been there
Through it all.”
But I’m a monster.
