There’s something there Lurking in the depths of my mind Feeding me lies Poisoning my heart It makes me grow weak I stagger through my days My mind a jumble Memory a blur I can’t tell If I’m even myself When it twists my thoughts Warps my emotions Am I numb? Do I want to be? I don’t know what’s true Except that I’m sure There’s something there Lurking inside.
I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin. I must confess that I feel like a monster. -Skillet, “Monster”