The Monster

Thinking too myself as skies turn grey

Emptiness runs through my face as I'm lead astray

Distant from happiness and love and pretend to seem okay

There is still a monster in me that insists to play

Faith dulling seeming endless amounts away

Finding myself lonesome at the end of each day

Dealing with sobriety my life becoming array

Subconscious blurs effecting myself of the monstrous sway

Temptation urging only to propelled my life straight into hell

As I sit rare In a clear mind wanting too expell

Continuing these things through life will only burn like fires of hell

By my lonesome I sit and think about the monster and dwell

Feeling casted under a spell Always trying to ease out and live well

My demons come too haunt me

Young but carrying many stories to tell

Contemplating on victory and lose as if life's my only competition

Repeating these vass sins like a machine of strong repetition

Feeling strong still more then ever as if I've swallowed countless rounds of ammunition

Still afraid inside I sit in midst of reminition

Finding myself distant from my savior

Being non commitive to the above as if I'm refusing admission

Still through these times I prevail with a smile that glistens

  - The Monster