It's what you make of Sunday when it comes.
It comes to this, unless you give up air-
Which isn't what I mean, we all need some-
To eyes that cover up with clouds and hair.

And if you could just get out of the deal,
How easily would happiness be found?
No logical connection spins the wheel-
No reason that the feeling comes around.

Of course you can pretend, or fake again,
When all you really feel is misery.
I've been there when it wasn't fun, and when
It could have been described as ecstasy.

A southern slant, a tricky smile, is all
I've got to get the things I want, a note
Of melancholy tasting skin in fall,
When green gives up it's shade to winter's coat.

A bag of food for Saturday,
And maybe Sunday if it lasts.
It shouldn't be this hard to stay
Alive and see beyond the past.
The dragon takes the mother's claw
And holds the flame that heats the tar,
Coal-colored death drawn through a straw
In West Virginia's town called War.

The sun comes late in mountain towns,
On roads that need a new repair,
Still dark when buses make their rounds,
To draw the children from their lair,
Who learn at school some poetry,
That won't alleve this poverty.

Unhappy poets understand
The blues that testify despair,
And force the fortune teller's hand
Through smoke and ash instead of air,
Their breath uncertain where to land,
Or what it costs the heart to care
For songs and dreams, the holy ****
Left drying on the forest's mat.

The sun that rises in the east,
Despite the longest night we've known,
Reveals an unaccepting beast,
Whose mind held strong till overthown.
Anxiety has steady feet.
Unhappy poets know their beat.

Even on nights when you can't muddle through
Count your blessings I tell you
Look to the sky, oh, so blue
Watch the leaves as the wind blows through
Count your blessings day and night
To keep your curses out of sight

Lucifer, save us; come up from Hell—
take a good look at the place that we dwell.
You were right all along
to refuse to bow down
to Adam and Eve
and their limitless throng.
And how could you have known that the apple you gave her
would plant seeds of pollution, destruction and terror?
You thought that we’d only use knowledge for good.
I know that you’d take it all back if you could.
Lucifer, we aren't angels like you.
We joined your rebellion, and soon we’ll be through.
Now the recourse from the wreckage that is,
is to bring on the foreshadowed Apocalypse.
So come on, Luci, don’t hesitate:
The Four Horsemen are pacing; why delay Fate.
After the End, there will be a new start,
perhaps without humans; we’ll bow and depart.

Monsters in my head, monsters in my mind, monsters in the night, monsters all the time.

They're lurking in the shadows, lurking in the light, preying on innocent victims, they have you in their sight!

They're someone meant to protect you, love and respect you, yet they manipulate, take advantage, violate and subject you.

Parents hide your children, watch for warning signs, I'm speaking from experience, it's happened many times.

These predators seek specific children then take advantage of their vulnerabilities, they feed on trusting victims then violate them sexually.

You're screaming on the inside, yet no one else can see, it happens over and over again, please someone help me!

Feelings of confusion, guilt, isolation and shame, it's hard to comprehend, you'll never be the same.

You're unable to speak a word about this, you can't look anyone in the eye, you're screaming on the inside, won't someone ask me why?!

Finally, someone might see what’s happening and they ask if you're okay? But you're speechless, powerless and afraid, please just go away.

You feel you're going crazy, life is too painful to bear, emotionally numb internally, feelings of despair.
Seasons pass so slowly, feels like eternity, broken inside, painful agony.

Mentally and physically depleted, yet you somehow make it through another day, you continue to block it out, in hopes it will all go away.

You're disgusted by what you've become, ***** and ashamed, empty on the inside, worthless, hateful and angry, consumed by self-blame.

The years pass by painfully slowly, it happens time and time again, until your prayers are finally answered and the healing journey begins.

You've come so far and begin making progress, then here come the intrusive memories, flashbacks and nightmares, nothing seems to make sense.

Each minute is a new struggle, you take things day by day, you go to bed each evening praying these memories fade away.

Eventually, seasons appear a little brighter and you begin to see some light, but cant help to think of other victims still going through this fight.

The things that have happened impacted deep within your soul, what's been taken from you, no one will never know.

They were people that you trusted, you've been so betrayed, how can you ever trust again when you'll never be the same.

How many predators are out there, warning signs may never show, millions of innocent victims, most we'll never know.

You will no longer be silenced, broken or ashamed, it's time to speak up and no longer take the blame!

Now you begin to open up, as hard as it might be, in hopes to restore your faith in this world and in humanity.

So many monsters lurking in the shadows, they are evil, they are cruel, seeking innocent victims, it can easily be you!

Parents ask your children, watch
for warning signs, start asking questions and listen for their cries.

Let's start making a change, one victim at a time, these pedophiles must be held accountable and punished for their crime.

They haunt me in my dreams, they haunt my mind, monsters all around me, monsters all the time.