I see monsters in the trees just like my stars warned me.
The monsters inside me scream louder then the trees.
Sick of them, them sick of me.
Try to rid, and they chase me down.
Reach out to fearless feelings and crash. Forgiveness just out of reach.
Monsters take a step, a step in the right direction, and wrong turns sway them every time.
They lash out in pain, there spiteful and mean.
Do things without explanation, meaningless actions causing a disaster. Spinning out of control, dizzy in my head, waiting for it to end.
If tomorrow never comes, my heart can just beat on in an altered universe.
Dance and sway on magical floors. Flowers blissfully blowing in the wind, growing and shining.
Angel wings hugging you, never letting a tear fall.
Why isn’t earth this beautiful, this magical. Let it be, monsters happen for a reason