The monsters are in my closet.
They are under my bed.
The people, they think I've lost it.
These monsters are in my head.
They tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act.
This is nothing new,
They've made me sign a pact.
What are their names?
Pain and Blood-Lust.
Why play their games?
Because they say I must.
I question:
"What do you want with me?"
"Why me?"
They answer:
"We want you to play."
"You are alone."
I am alone. I have no one with me.
No one to hold me; to stand beside me.
The one who loved me, now has forsaken me.
These monsters now have me.
I have no will to fight them anymore.
Here I am lying on the cold and dusty floor.
Lying here in the warm pool of red.
Drip, drip, drip...dead.
