Monsters

Monsters come in several forms

They make us feel sad and forlorn

or angry, lustful, broken, torn

The worst ones bury deep inside

We hunt them as they run and hide

We'll look our demons in the eye

The days go by without relief

Lucifer has us keep our grief

The fighting spirits may now sink

As of now, it is too late

All that we can do now is pray

God, make the monsters go away