When you're done.
When you've grown tired.
When you've solved all your mysteries.
When you've sated your desires.
When you feel that it's enough.
And you've gotten all that you can get

Would you come visit me
And everything that you left?

There are no monsters
Underneath my bed.
But they exist in other places.
They exist in my head.

The monster that says
I should stay home today.
Why would you work hard,
But still be called lazy anyway?

Another monster that says
Love isn't real.
And if it was,
Then it's something I've yet to feel.

There's a monster that feasts
On my fears and insecurities.
And another that tears apart
Logic and rationality.

And in the darkest corner,
Bound in chains.
My biggest monster
And most terrible bane.

He whispers to me
At night and even when I'm awake.
He retells me every regret
And every deep mistake.

And some nights,
When he won't let me sleep.
He tries to pull my thoughts with him
Into the darkness deep.

To show me everything I hide
In the abyss of my mind.
Memories of happenings
And people unkind.

There are more monsters.
They never leave me be.
And I hope one way or another,
I can set myself free.

I made a bet today.
If I came home
To a gloomy, empty house,
I'd say it's over and end it all.

But today was different.
I saw my father
Sat on the table
Eating his lunch.

He was never home early.
He spends the night here to sleep.
And the rest of the day at work.
Never had time to talk.

He called me over
"Son, let's eat."
With barely a smile
I take my seat.

He says "You're home early"
I nod and chew away.
A spoon or two later, he asks
"Tell me about your day."

It was lazy, the usual,
And spent alone like any other.
Is what I'd say
If I could be honest, father.

My father finished his meal
Gave me a pat on the head
And went back out to work.
"Goodbye son, stay safe okay?"

It was weird to me.
We barely ever talk.
But It felt warm for a second.
For second, then I brushed it off.

I thought I was alone again.
Time's about up, right?
But the bedroom door opens.
And out comes my sister.

She slept like a rock.
She woke up at noon!
But she's a grown up, older than me.
That's bound to change soon.

But like a child with a request,
She says "I wanna watch a movie!"
"You're old enough to do that yourself."
"But I can't decide which."

She says "Tell me what's new."
"The Greatest Showman?
You really wanted to see that."
Her sleepy face lit up, "Yes!"

So I play my copy of the movie.
And watched the logos fly.
The intro plays
The minutes passed by.

A young P. T. Barnum sang
My sister tries to catch the song.
So I sing alongside her to help.
And she got the chorus before long.

I swear, she's two years older.
But she's like a precious child.
She stared at the screen with glee
And a smile so wide.

I felt oddly warm to see her that way.
Like the smile was my doing.
"I like this movie!"
"I knew you would."

"It's weird though," she tells me.
"It's weird to see Wolverine singing"
She burts in a heap of laughter.
I couldn't help but feel warmer.

I came home with a bet today,
Like my life was on a coin toss.
But now I feel stupid.
I wouldn't miss out on this.

So maybe I'm depressed.
And maybe the world's a bit rough...
But days like these,
They'll keep me happy enough.

I sleep in dull gray dreams
And wake to nightmares.
Lost in the silence of night
And the morning's noisy blare.

So take me away, songbird
Take me away.
Somewhere far from reality.
Far from the fray.

The violent noises
This world makes me hear
Make me wish for silent days
And skies so clear.

So take me away, songbird
Further into fantasy.
Take me away with your voice.
Fill me with your ecstasy.

I sit here to mourn
The death of my heart
I gather the peices
And wonder where to start.

So take me away, songbird
From the death of my lover dear.
Take me with you, songbird.
There is no place left for me here.

The machines turned to me
And locked with a piercing stare.
Its perfectly dead eyes
Lacking a sci-fi scarlet glare.

I can't find souls
Behind these curtains of steel.
Falling into this unblinking abyss.
And I don't know what to feel.

The eyes always give it away.
At least, that's what the movies say.
But in reality, they don't glow.
Is it ill intent? I wouldn't wait to know.

I ran the other direction
Hoping I wasn't followed,
That I'd find a corner to hide;
That I'd find a place to think.

I hear the footsteps getting closer
It's like they always know where I am.
They know what I think and what I fear.
Like they always see and always hear.

I've got nowhere to run and hide.
Is this where I die? I wouldn't know.
The evil robots,
They never had red eyes.