ONLY once you know of their hunger, their celestial stomach, can you understand.
Tap tap tap.
Can you hear that?
Tap tap tap.
It's almost constant... A constant tapping.
Tap tap tap.
But where's it coming from?
You can hear it too, can't you...?
Tap tap tap.
The monster is tapping again.
Tap tap tap.
If only we could pin point the source, we could undo the beast.
Tap tap tap.
And then you realise.
Tap tap tap.
It's in there, squirming around.
Tap tap tap.
Like a rat, gnawing on your brain.
Tap tap tap.
Monsters are real.
They're inside each and every one of you.
Tapping away at your skull from within.
- Lingering Here And There
- JoinedNovember 4, 2014
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