A monster lives inside me
all day and night make noises
shake my body and soul until
the monster raises
raises over the fears
over the guilt and shame
it claws my ears with evil sounds
and hardly gives a rest to my thoughts
There is no medicine to kill his whispers
to stop it from grow and grow
to stop its hunger and lust
its bitterness, its sweat away from me
I do own the monster
I would like to have a word with it
but he knows no languaje
he knows no human ways
he wont say a thing..
Its feeding itself,
its fed with a piece of flesh
it drinks my blood and sometimes
likes to try my tears
Once in a while I use a smoke to get ride of it
and when the smoke fly over my head
and make funny shapes,
I remember its a poison
its makes me come to death too
so sweet smoke, can do the harm
Other times, I wanted to kill it with liquour
and I had a glass or two,
and another round and round
and I killed my brain and speach
and the monster got bigger to wait for me
next morning
Who created it, who gave it life..
whom made it breath to stop me having fun.
