I attempt to shut the door were the noise comes out. We're the violent , twisted, breath stealing monster hides. We're my thoughts wander through the pitch black. We're the blood runs at below 0°. I attempt to shut it out. To shut up the screaming rath of those who hate the scent of me. Of those who dispise me... or rather I say the monster. The one who sleeps in the corner until I say the word. Until I open my eyes the one that I wish I could stop tearing me apart limb from limb finger to finger. The monster that that can leave you stone cold after a single glance. A monster with razer sharp teeth, blood red eyes, pitch black hair. The monster I can't contain.... it's the monster inside of me. The one that comes snapping out ready to take a bight at the cowerd in the corner. The one shriveling at the thought of it. The monster that has the hotest breath the ugliest figure and that monster is inside of me.
