Treasure Island

Bailey Getty

(Rochester, N.Y.)

It's A Monster


It's a monster
I'm a monster
together we pillage this town

It eats away my brain
I pick apart its pieces
together we burn this place down

We live to comfort
We die in vain
We smile at death
We lie about the pain
We bring it down
We rip it up
together we scream

It cries for help
I cry for help
together we beg to be sane

I bring it air
It takes my breath
together we gasp in pain

We live to bleed
We die in crisis
We smile at sweet release
We bring it up
We pull it out
then together we leave

Submitted: Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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