I never fear the monsters under my bed the ones Under the Stairs or the ones in the closet . The fear I'm willing to deal with is the monsters in my head you see they eat at me causing me grief.

Yes it's undenying the truth is underlining the monster is actually me I have had this piece and it's crazy have it deep down in my gut to only come free the day is turn the night that is when my monster Feeds greedily and selfish.

It does not give me seconds rest blow leaves totally my monster consumes my soul my memories my skills my love my personality will be stopping when you're reaching the point of no return.

My depression kicks in there as well until night falls again seems that my darkness that covers my soul was always trying to swallow up what is left of my memories I having trouble putting the puzzles together form a picture that is complete my special memories the very precious ones to me the ones that don't seem to matter much to anybody else but they are my life he seemed to dissolve with every dose of amphetamines that I inject into myself brings me one step closer to forgetting everything