The Monsters

We cut with these knives
We sing in the dark
We try to hide from the monsters
That want to tear us apart

We cut away the pain inside
Let it all bleed out
One drip at a tyme
At the pain we’ll scream and shout

In the night we hear a song
The monsters sing to us
A horrid sound that feels so wrong
We know that we can’t trust

We fight the words
They pierce us with
As much as they preferred
So we know they are no myth

No matter how we hide
We will always be found
No matter how scared inside
They will push us to be drowned

The Monsters

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Honesdale, United States

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