My Monster

Darkness has poured into my living room now Didn't it always visit at my bedroom under the quilt? I am clueless as when it's began following me wherever I proceed my eyes are not getting used to this realm Perhaps I am buried inside a grave/ my very own grave I am not sure if it's too dark in here or I have simply gone blind and denying the case Darkness hovers, sniffing my pale face when I breathe in Sometimes, it even sneaks into my crumbled veins Making my heart covered in steel chains There are days that my monster gets too tired it curls up and rests on my burdened chest staring into my eyes with his sharp deep glaze chewing on all my dried up faith I tried to become its best friend My monster did not snuggle - It was too late when I discovered - They can smell your fear and mock you when in your agonizing tears I am buried down in my own grave no one is weeping at my funeral however my crop smiles at them, politely nods they say "You look Good!" and just pass by I wish I could tell them about my monster But what's the point when you know it's just useless I just cross my arms instead and watch the walls till my monster grabs me from neck at once Staring into my eyes, digging out old pains Drooling over my spirit after he's done with my soul my eyes are not getting used to this realm Perhaps I am buried inside a grave/ my very own grave I am not sure if it's too dark in here or I have simply gone blind, waiting for Him to show up- to save?