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MONSTER
MONSTER Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is..... Never was it, the one hiding under the bed, It was me, tired of it getting inside my head .... I can still feel, the groping at my feet, Pulling me from under the sheet, A victim to your personality Nothing can, uninstall these walls --- Walls of bricks, that can't be taken down On the night, I've learned of your return My bones began to shiver, as they too shudder, remembering every black tinge feeling left behind. Before the bricks, your filth put my innocence into your victim's box Without a voice, I fell with no one to rescue me... Sometimes, I wondered who else had to look into its heinous eyes Nights without security, you crept in' with every morning cry With nowhere to hide, I found myself constantly victimized. Nefarious, at my bedside, how did I manage to survive? Unwanted communication, stole my youthfulness away, So young, yet persistent diabolical stories hide inside Bones turned into a tomb of stones Decayed and withered years, never to be unveiled Some stain will never wear off or be forgotten The monster, I once helped shut down, Soon to return on another bedside, Now, someone else will close their eyes, And hear the monster's whisper, "Shh, don't tell, or else!" And just to think for a moment I felt safe, the air felt different Now, I feel dirty all over again, No one can fix or put the ease back to sleep..... Just as long as it still LIVES' *** #Monsters Living in Our Society #Let's take them down one by one
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