Leaving your dream behind is never easy,
talking to yourself, ever repeating...
You'll get through this you'll get better,
evil can neither stay nor last forever.
Then the monsters come walking,
sinister hate from dead hearts mocking.
You thought it was love, you lied and you lied,
saying again and again she'd be at your side.
Till one day the scales fall and you see her face,
Beauty, glamour, malice and hate.
Leaving, fleeing, bleeding heart shattering,
feeling the chill as the monsters come walking.
They feed, they feed on others, and in kind...
they feed themselves to others to poison their minds.
Drip... drip... drip... the sound of insanity.
taking beauty and truth then taking its humanity.
What vile demons which breath such animosity,
raping truth to feed their velocity.
When the sick-minded draw upon your kin,
inflicting fear from inner-minded sin.
What hope is there for peace of our own hearts?
what peices are left to be torn apart?
To what end do monsters walk this earth?
are they bound to us like angels at birth?
Do we each have a guardian-demon?
to void our hearts of truth, and minds of reason?
So when the heart falls and the mind fails,
when all hope is forsaken the monsters prevail.
Empty souls driven by empty minds,
inhabiting empty bodies walking empty lines.
Monsters which have neither empathy nor mercy,
taking the hope others hold by impregnating the forcibly.
Birthing in their hearts self-doubt and self-hate,
speaking inner demonic sins to self-incriminate.
Why break bones when words can break men?
killing their confidence, pride and reputation.
Diminishing their worth to mere animals,
animistic monsters reducing themselves to cannibals.
Eating hearts and eating wills,
eating sins to reach their unreachable fill.
What perversions of reality diminish virgin thought?
that purity and love should be left to rot?
Should the kindling of grace be a fading memory?
that the fire of freedom is lost over the centuries?
What pride is there which speaks against the Christ?
that instead we are neighbor against neighbor pitted to fight.
Monsters prowl throughout the world, seeking the ruin of souls,
the earth now grows dark and evermore cold.
When monsters come walking, breathing death,
all dreams hopes and wonders are inevitably put to rest.
