The Monster Volume Two

My monster lingers until its ready
Upon my breathe cold and steady
He waits until my vigilance is down
Then is aroused and goes to town
He sends his message to my brain
Waits a little more for my insanity to maintain
The monster then took out the police
who sustained my anger, then at the least
my firey pit began to rumble
stumble and tumble my mind went to bust.
I thought id be-able to retain control. I must,
Before it came upon me
The monster had taken the fire
Then threw it at the ones I wished to be
Under the eyes of an innocent you would see
The fire of the monster
I am now the person I wished to flee





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