The clash of ash as the gun bangs
The monster under your bed is mystical
But the one in your head is positively real
He controls everything. Even your fears
He is the one who swallows your tears
For years..
He is the dark mist that fills you with bliss then pure manipulation
The anger in the wind that makes you lash out at random
He is the nightmare that eats your brain
Hell driven & insane
Deranged.
Yet you never complained
This monster your best friend
You were never alone.
As you grab your head.