Monsters

Why do you believe in monsters?. We have been locked up in this evil house. It is where you live with your wicked monsters. We are the prisoners of death and decay.

Monsters

Hide the window watching. give hands that push the faces back. shiver in the alleys. and dying in the cold. little hands and little faces. what are you running from?.

Monsters

Monsters

At the midnight hour you can feel the minutes fade. Licking wounds from yesterday, bracing for tomorrow's stage. I create these monsters, seems like every way I can.