Journal Of The Fallen

The Monsters

Betrayl is quite easy,
When your emotions fade to black,
And caring is so much harder,
When your heart begins to crack.

Monsters come and find you,
They tear you into shreads,
You cant find your happiness,
Its what the monster dreads,

It smothers you into silence,
Takes away all you enjoy,
Its plan is obliteration,
Its intention to destroy,

There is no peaceful hope left,
Your mind is overrun,
Sleep is now more beautiful,
Than the eversetting sun.

Help? They dont condone it,
Because its all that you implore,
Can you hold out a little longer?
Or do you not care anymore?