They say the monster are in your closet, watching you as you sleep, but if you sleep in your closet does that mean that the thoughts you have are the monsters? Does that make you the one who feeds them and creates them? For me, yes. Blood is a monster. Poetry is a monster. Blood is the biggest monster and pencil sharpeners are it's slaves. The screw obeys to come out and the blade pops into my hands. Blood gets bigger with every swipe to my right side. Scars are the follower of Blood. Still half original but love the unoriginality too. They just help blood get bigger and bigger. They want fame too, but they're always in second place. They are all still the monsters that fight me nightly, but also the one's that keep me si alive. Funny, isn't it?
