There’s a twisted monster underneath my mind—
A heart with beating veins of crude oil.
It trashes my soul,
Exploits my goodness,
Holding my whole world in its control.

It shuts the people I love,
Sucking them into the cold,
It loves what it does,
Leaving me mostly decomposed.

I think it’s searching for somewhere to belong,
Pawning on my weakness,
Stealing my name,
Betting on me to stay in its keeps.
I guess the vilest creatures of all
Are the ones that live within your own walls.

While I am tired of holding on,
Tired of telling my story--
About the monster within,
I know something will come before me.
Hopefully, something will come and help save me.

I’ll cross minefields.
Batter through knee-high weeds,
Trudge my way through waist-deep leaves.
I must roll up my sleeves,
And make my way through the trees.
Something will be there for me,
Someday I’ll find the key.

I’ve survived this long, I can survive a few more.
I can carry myself into war,
I will have control,
After all, this is my body I’m fighting for.