MONSTERS

THEY COME IN MY DREAMS

MONSTERS, MONSTERS OF MY PAST,

AND DEMONS OF MY PRESENT.

THEY LAUGH AT ME, THEY TAUNT ME,

THEY SAY I AM HELPLESS AND NO ONE CAN SAVE ME.

THE DEVIL TOO PITIES MY SCARS,

FOR I AM HELPLESS BEHIND THESE BLURRY GREY WALLS.

 

I KNOW WHAT IS TO COME,

THOSE BRUISES THAT MARK MY SOUL,

THE SCARS ON MY BODY THAT  WILL NEVER GO.

IT’S  NOTHING  BUT AN ENDLESS ABYSS OF DARK,

THAT I WILL FALL INTO DAY AFTER DAY,ONCE I USED TO SAY I WILL SHINE,

BUT THE LIGHTS ARE GETTING DIM

ENDLESS FASH BACKS AND PAINFUL MEMORIES

I WOULD LOVE LOVE TO SAY I AM NUMB NOW,

BUT THE ONLY THING IS THAT I AM DUMB NOW.

THE THROAT THAT ONCE USED TO BE HOARSE FROM ALL THAT SCREAMING,

IS SILENT NOW

 

 I CLOSE MY EYES WAIT FOR THE CYCLE TO REPEAT,

WAIT FOR THE DARKNESS TO CREEP IN MY HEART 

AND BREAK MY LIFE LITTLE BY LITTLE APART

YOU SEE BEAUTIFUL DREAMS 

BUT EVERY NIGHT MY MIND WEAVES AN OLD NIGHTMARE

SAME OLD NIGHTMARE EVERYDAY 

…….AS I CLOSE MY EYES TO SLEEP

 

I SEE,

THEIR CRUEL EYES,

RED, PEOPLE PLACES AND THINGS,

SOME FACE CLEAR SOME BLURRED 

STICKY BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN MY THIGHS,

AND A DEAD BODY ON THE GROUND.

I FEEL THE HANDS PULL ME DEEP

IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER I WOULD THINK THEY ARE CREEPS,

BUT ARE THEY?

 

I AM STANDING NAKED BUT THAT’S NOT AN ISSUE,

THERE ARE MORE PRESSING MATTERS,

AND NUDITY IS LAST ON THE LIST

HAZES, FLARES, CRIES AND SCREAM

BODIES BRUSHING AGAINST EACH OTHER

AND IN THIS CROUD, I SEE FAMILIAR FACES,

I CALL OUT TO THEM BUT THEY WALK PAST ME,

EVEN MY NAKEDNESS DOESN’T SEEM TO FAZE THEM,

TO THEM, AM I INVISIBLE NOW?

 

I HAVE TAINTED MYSELF A THOUSAND TIMES,

BRUISED MY KNUCKLES, 

BURNED AND CUT MYSELF OPEN,

BUT THESE MONSTERS DON’T SEEM TO DIE,

THEY VISIT ME EVERY NIGHT, 

MOCK ME,

SAYING, IT’S GOOD TO SEE SUCH A STRONG PERSON CRY.

 

THEY KNOW I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO,

I LOSE MYSELF EVERY NIGHT

AND WHEN I WAKE UP THE NEXT DAY,

I AM A SHELL OF WHAT I USED TO BE YESTERDAY.

I PULL MYSELF TOGETHER,

PAINT MY FACE WITH A SMILE,

AND THINK TO MYSELF,

 

HOW WOULD IT BE TO MEET

THOSE GHOSTS AND ZOMBIES AGAIN

FROM MY CHILDHOOD DAYS.

WHO HID BENEATH THE BED

AND INSIDE THE CLOSET

I WISH TO BEFRIEND THOSE GHOSTS AND ZOMBIES,

WALK HAND IN HAND WITH THEM IN MY DREAMS.

 

TILL I HEAR THOSE MONSTERS SAY,

WHAT A FOOLISH WIASH,

TO THINK THAT YOU CAN GET RID OF US 

EVEN THOSE HUMANS WHO YOU LOVE

HAVE GIVEN UP ON YOU NOW

 

 

 

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