The world is a dark place full of monsters that roam the nights scaring children and terrifying adults though some say these monsters aren't real but mine are. Dangerous and beautiful in there own right. But sometimes that beauty is false. These monsters haunt not just me but every imperfect person. For some its a drug , or *** for me its a blade that cuts deep into my flesh. I never wince at the pain for I have grown numb to the monster. Some would hate there monsters and try to **** them but for the ones who grew attached. They love there monsters and never want to loose them until the true monster we call normal people try and take the things we love away.