monolithtosorrow

Do you see these things that are all around?

These things that come around, so perfect in there evil, so infinitely astounding

These creatures that hang around.

Feeling hunger and a craving, a craving so profound.

That there jaws are wet with slobber, and there eyes a blaze with hunger

These dark and twisted demons

That all ways seem to come around

Every day I see them, every day I think I need them?

For these creatures are a pining are a whining for me to come around

So alone and afraid, so perfect in there ways

So wonderfully weaken, like a demon I run away