Monsters
The monster is overwhelming my every thought of action,
to hurt or kill someone i never took it to mind as a slasher.
It hurts inside to even think about it,
but the monster i got inside will never donate.
This is such bullshit, i cant even think strait,
all the darkness and evil around me feels like an earthquake.
I cant breath, i cant eat, i cant think,
cant do nothing but get on my knees like a freak.
A freak of nature is what i am,
i cant wait till the day i get up off my knees and be a man.
A man that my mother wanted me to be,
but by the looks of these circumstances i'm fading away to quick.
I need to let this monster go away from my soul,
because the only salvation is in Christ alone.
I relieve you monster of your duties to the satin,
so leave me alone and let me breath again like a kreatin.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2011
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