When I was a kid, my mom would tell me there are no such thing as monsters.
Now, I know she lied.
There are monsters in his world
not with ginormous claws
they don't have poisonous darts but they do have ruthless hearts
blacker than a dark hole
they must have no soul
holding a dagger at their side made of horrible word you could think of
They pick on the defenseless and weak
The weak have one shield
the fake smile they put on through their day
Their smiles have diminished
They have no other choice
they resort to their only friend, the blade
Kissing the skin, he makes the pain go way
You may see the weak today
but they will be gone another day
