There's a feeling I can't explain.

Intoxicating, it engulfs more than cocaine.

So much of a nuisance, its name highly profane.

The story behind the man I became.

This feeling, thick and heavy, I seek to detain.

My self-will, my strength, I fight to maintain.

All these blood draining from my vein.

I look to the mirror, and what do I see?

A figure devoid of ecstasy.

I glimpse a lot of them, people like me, those in this agency.

Misunderstood by all those I fancy.

No, they wouldn't want anything to do with this pregnancy.

Many take to their heels, appalled by my much ominous prophecies.

I've heard them talk, "Alas, that girl is always in a state of emergency."

The brain is it's target, the heart a control center.

Negative signs resound in my head like thunder.

Silent stares, a wide smile, leaves me a lot to ponder.

My very being, my soul to dismember.

Can't breathe, this fire in my lungs burning hotter.

To you my friends, I present this letter.

Help me please, I fear I'm going under.

There's a monster deep within, a boxer without a glove.

Wrapped up in the crisscrossing of its blows, it wove.

Make haste, for the flames are now out of the stove.

Reach out people with a little love.

Turn this bird of prey into a blissful dove.

Deserving torrents of the hearts of mauve.

Reaching for the light from the heavens above.

THE MONSTER WITHIN