The Monster

There is a moster that lives in my head

I keep him locked away in a cage

Or, at least, I try

Sometimes the bars are not strong enough

The monster breaks free and crawls into my thoughts

He whispers words that putrefy my mind

Destroying anything good, leaving all to decay

Not good enough he whispers

You'll never be good enough he leers

He crawls in and out of the labyrinth of my mind

A disease spreading sickness throughout

Whatever he touches turning black and rotten

Leaving my mind a painful, hollow shell

There is a monster that lives in my head

And I'm afraid that I can't get him back in his cage


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