A man’s mental state is that of his own creation, a monster of thoughts.
Though it is true,
What is the monster for me and you?
Could it fly,
or can’t it die?
We of man
try as we can
to kill it,
but it catches us in it’s mitt.
“Help!” we scream, but not able
to be heard, we are forced at it’s table
where it eats away,
slowly as we die on this day.