Monsters
We are all monsters
It burns like the fires of hell inside us.
We are composed of many evils.
Many Devils.
Many Demons.
Why are we monsters?
Because we all have our own inner demons.
For the people to say that everyone can be pure is a lie.
We have our own little faults.
Our own little problems.
The only cure is death.
Copyright © Alicia Lorraine Mathes | Year Posted 2012
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