It's a strange world, one so vastly small,
It can feel as if it will fit into the palm of your hand,
And stretch on forever and beyond.

There are monsters in this world,
And then there is me.

The monsters and me.

We will fight, and be slain,
They won't even know your name,
Scars will appear and fade.
But there are always the monsters and me.

Oh yes, there are monsters in this world,
The Monsters and you, too.

Maybe you will sometimes be the monster,
But as will I,
And even as you die the monsters will come,
Wait by your side.

They want to bring you down,
so that you're on the same level,
But we must become the one,
Who fight with the devil.

And even as I speak they surround me.


Will they ever let me be?

A penny for your thoughts?
More like a million!
It's a priceless thing, you see?
My thoughts are my own, no one else's,
They are only mine to be!

I have all these words that mean something in my head,
Waiting to be picked through and cleaned into a sentence,
But they just end up a jumbled mess when spoken.
I have so much to not say,  that I wish I could,
It's an endless list of words, words, words,
That I wish could stay.