Have we forgotten so easily,
About the creature we refuse to see.
Waiting for the day when we open the door,
Allowing it to break free.

You hide from it under the bedsheets at night,
It is the monster under your bed,
It is the presence in your room,
It is the voice inside your head.
You can run from it,
You can hide from it,
But it will always be there,
Lurking in the darkest corners of your mind.

The reptile within is stretching over me,
Soon it will consume me,
Then I will become,
The reptile I was born to be.

“I want blasphemy,
I want **** and ******,
I want hate and propaganda,
I want everything and anything bad,
For it sustains me,
Sends a rush down my spine,
It makes me feel alive”.

This is what the reptile wants,
This is what the reptile needs,
In order to stay alive.

while walking through an impassable path,,
i met a traveller,
in red cloak,
with his skin so soft,
with his voice so nice,
with his eyes glittering,
he offered me his hand,
and i in my impulsiveness,
grabbed onto that,
i walked and walked,
miles and miles we travelled,
by the time,
i felt his scarlet cloak,
was turned into dark,
and the glint in his eyes,
oh it was lost,
and the road that was once so smooth,
now it was rough ,
can't believe that,
the wrinkled skin,
was once so soft,
and the one i mistaken
as my saviour,
was only my demon,
oh i'd made a mistake,
i'd made a wrong decision,
for choosing love as my companion..

I felt it deep in my bones
It rattles when I speak,
I tried to name it,
But it knows my secrets.

It teases me with my own thoughts,
until i learn to shut my own mouth.

Some nights I don’t want to be here anymore,
yet here I am still dragging myself through
another day of “it could be worse”
alongside my demons
and broken promises.