We are the monsters.
Who roam.
No direction.
Just ruin.Who live in this world.
Haunting dreams.
Telling lies.
Chaos.Destruction is what we bring.
Into the night.
Terrifying.
Unending.No help can erase,
The evil in our veins.
Monstrous.
The hate.The world is our hill.
To the strongest monster,
With the loudest roar,
They shall be king.In all our days,
Unchanged.
Crazy and mad.
The truths.Without these teeth,
We are stamped.
Roaming the world, sad.
We are the monsters.
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Live: A Poetry Collection
PoezjaLive. Because life's too short. Laugh. Cherish every single moment. Love. Build your own forever. A poetry collection by Faith 2018 December onwards Note: GIFs aren't mine. Credits to their owners.