Monsters
Monsters of the night,
they haunt me.
They want to kill.
Their blood lust transfers,
I am the victim.
Rage and pain fills the once whole heart
The blood lust is now mine
I want to kill
I haunt myself
As the pain grows
So does my rage
still bottled up,
about to explode,
This is something I can't contain.
So I remain in slilence
Letting the Monsters,
kill me.
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