Monster

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-Monster-

four walls-

what is it they speak?

their boards are white

and they crumble at your feet

you're trapped inside,

oh, you'll never know 

just how much your insanity

is invested in your own shadow

I'm not the villain,

no, I'm not the reason

your mind has been captured 

and smothered into a fabricated

the blackened water pools your body

and as you start to sink

I've come to know just 

how you think

don't turn around, 

just beat the walls bare

like the Monster you are

while I'll await you outside 

on this unearthly ground

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