Tuesday, December 3, 2013

who are the real monsters


 
 

Monster they hid and they sneak
They attack you when you’re weak
There under your bed and in the closet
Just sitting there making me want to vomit

Where are they really
For me I see it clearly
There all in your face
No matter your race

Disguised in flesh
They promise you the best
There all around use
Not mentioning the smallest fuse

The girl down the street
Or even the guy standing in the sleet
Anyone can be the beast
Even that person who gust sneezed

It’s inside you and me
No matter how we flee
We can hide in our armor
But no matter what we are the monster

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