The times we check under our beds for monsters,
We don't realize that they're inside us,
They eat us from within,
While the world eats us externally,
It's all part of a dark melody.

Our monsters aren't all so vicious,
But it's a competition,
Because the world is undoubtedly ferocious,
They battle for eternities,
Until either is victorious,
And all that is left of us,
Are idle piles dust,
Oh it's all so delirious.

If humans could only understand this,
Earth could be an ideal,
No more cravings for cosmic space,
Life,
Possibly surreal.

Relationships ****.
You could waste weeks, months, years
Feeling happy,
Thinking everything'll turn out okay
Maybe perfect;
Assuming that things'll go somewhere good,
Just to have it all cut-off,
Cut-off by plain meaningless yet such heavy words.

I must admit,
The feeling could be surreal at times,
Yet so real.
Believing someone cares, someone possibly sweet.
Believing someone could give it all up for you at some point.
Believing you make someone so happy.

But is it really worth it?
The tears 'cause he got tired of you,
The bitter ending,
The bloodshot eyes from crying at night,
Because he cheated and it was far from a game,
The hurt that kept pounding in your chest,
Because he isn't yours anymore.
The regret of knowing that YOU let him go,
But YOU want him back, so bad.

Maybe it IS all worth it,
Maybe it's not,
But basically,
Relationships ****!