After that day
an indignant feeling came over me.
How unfair it is :
That some monsters are real and some aren't
And majority of them are those whom you cannot haunt.

Some people have them and some don't,
but i presume that's how life flaunts.

Their voices.
Their breaths.
All cold and warm at the same time.
All alive and dead.
All that I bred.

But then again without them the silence grows.
I need my monsters to feel free
Without them i am just me.