Monsters

Venomous tongues twist with the innocence

that still lingers deep within our sick dark world.

A blind eye turned rather then being sickened

facing the cold hard facts of what’s to be found

behind even the nicest solid oak doors.

Grown isolated we have, oblivious to what’s next door.

Monsters may not exist under our beds,

yet they’re always around us only getting closer!

They wear suits like the rest of us,

some exposed only to grow a larger fear on others.

As we shut each person out one by one.

Are we all monsters in the making?

That certain moment our character breaking,

shocking the ones who believed us to be better then that.

I believe we’re all bound to snap,

whether the reason or excuse valid enough for our beliefs.

Love, Betrayal, Death, Deciet, Envy, maybe greed.

I’ve changed more then once to all of these.