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The emotions inside me, Never to show Like plant, They continue to grow, Around the corner, The monsters are lurking Sipping on my soul, They just keep slurping Filling it with hate, Draining my life Like two magnets pulling my hand to the knife Cowering away from the monsters and demons All these strange creatures just look like heathens Goblins and goons, The snaps and the booms Crawling around in the rooms of my mind Demons are heckling, Sounds are echoing These calls and strange urges just keep beckoning The voices and the anger and pain Are bunched in my mind keeping me from being sane In my shoes? You couldn't walk a mile, Because for me? Insanity's the only thing in style.