What Monsters Do

When I was a child,
full of spirit and carefree;
you kindly took me by the hand
and led the way for me.

Oblivious to the danger,
I clasped your hand in mine.
I didn’t know what bad was.
I thought all would be fine.

But little did I know
there was no friend here.
Just an evil, lurking monster
inspiring hate and fear.

Soon you began to feed
on my blissful innocence.
You devoured my soul.
I don’t know where it went.

You wrapped a rope around my neck,
kicked the chair from underneath,
left me dangling above ground,
with nowhere for my feet.

And despite the fact I died there
I still felt all the pain.
Could still hear your evil laughter
for in my ears it rang.

You’d never let go so easy.
For I had to suffer through.
So you decided you would free me.
Because that’s what monsters do.

And though you set me free,
I know you still linger here.
For every time I close my eyes
I can feel you near.

Want to rid myself of you
but you’re buried deep inside.
Want to shed your horror from my skin
but there’s nowhere to hide.

I don’t know who I am now.
I am just the living dead.
I will not be whole again.
With this monster in my head.

When I was a child,
full of spirit and carefree;
you kindly took me by the hand
and led the way for me.

Oblivious to the danger,
I clasped your hand in mine.
I didn’t know what bad was.
I thought all would be fine.

Soon you ripped apart my soul,
fed on little bits of me.
And instead of letting me die,
you decided I should be.

You’ll never let me go so easy.
For I have to suffer through.
So you’ve decided you will keep me.
Because that’s what monsters do.