The monster

The monsters were never under my bed 

The monsters were always inside my head 

I fear no monsters for no monsters I see 

Because all this time, the monster was in me. 

The monster took its evil course as it ran through my veins 

It tore out and spilled it's guts, it's blood and brains 

The monster threw his venom upon each passing being 

To make every bit of flesh rot and and every victim scream

Those screams now echo, they cry and plead 

Their rotting bones now quiver, quake and bleed 

And my monster sits satiated, fed on those who bled 

I turn to the monster that is in my head.

-VM