To whom it may concern,
I hate that word
'Concern'
it suggests that you're worried
Don't be that.
To whomever I am reaching,
I hope you know the truth
I hope you see through
The superficial front
I put on a show for you
I carved up a sculpture
of course you'll never appreciate
The delicate artistry of it
You're too busy believing it's real
The sculpture of a person
Isn't as good as the real thing
Some day you'll understand
That you wasted too much time
Think of all the lives you could have saved
With the 'are you okay's
You wasted on a monster
do you despise me for that?
I want my cold brittle skin
To melt off my sunken bones
Like a skeleton in the darkness
Is Jack Skelington the goal?
I guess I've alluded to being some creature
Twice in a row
Third time lucky
Let me be a brain dead zombie
A cry for help
Comes from the dark
Ignore it.
I promise you
Monsters thrive in darkness
It's just a trap
Don't be lured in
By the mysterious demeanour
To save you the suspense
Of longing to know
I'll solve the mystery
Be your detective
Here it goes:
The monster sits in the dark
He's fine, he's used to the darkness
But he gets kind of bored and lonely sometimes
So he lures in someone from the outside
So he has a friend to play with
But the thing is
That friend was perfectly happy and content in the light
And the dark frightens them
But oh god the poor monster has to be in the dark all the time
Well guess what
HE'S USED TO IT
Used to sadness to an extent that its alarming
Loneliness takes longer to adapt to
Probably the hardest pill to swallow
Of course, pills aren't the solution
They can sometimes be the problem
A friend once told me that, he's gone now
Not dead, no
Just smart enough to ignore the brain-dead zombie, skeleton, monster thing
Tell me, are you scared of the dark?
There's no need to be
You could just sit in your bedroom with the lights on forever
And avoid the problem
Of course, you'd get rather tired
I'm rather tired
All of the time
Maybe that's because the dark frightens me also
But what is there to be scared of?
Monsters aren't any better at attacking in the dark
They do it right in front of your face
But of course you already knew that
To whom it may concern,
Because, you look quite worried,
It's okay, the monster lies awake and content
He's used to it
