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.