Sometimes you can die,
From what you neglect.
Most neglect their monsters,
Almost impossible to find or detect.
Most say that they got rid of their monster,
Or it doesn’t exist.
Most believe me after,
They are nailed to the wall by their wrists.
I know I have a monster,
A monster who feeds from my every evil thought.
Most people don’t believe in their monsters,
Their opinion not yet bought.
I feed my monster,
I feed it every day.
I feed it my evil thoughts,
As the good rots and decays.
One day your monster will come,
To kill you in a horrible way.
You will not know it was you,
As your body is left to decay. |
