Monster

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The entire world is tired of the world 
Everybody is pissed, hurt, broke, cheated on, dumped, scammed 
Optimism is now selfish, overlooking all basic problems just for it's peace.

The sun is drunk and intoxicated with bitterness
From the sins it adorns with every single beam, bringing them to light
The sun is no longer gentle or patient
Doesn't see why the universe deserves the love back,
Punish them, it shouts with every beam, early in the morning and setting late.

I'm nobody, are you a nobody too, then we deserve each other
Do you dream of becoming somebody, I dream too, I wanna be somebody too
Don't tell them

Don't tell them, they are dark and knows not how to feel love or beauty
They pluck it, crush it, and hold it in their palms,
Close to their hearts, to let the scent down their nostrils and bright colors,
The relaxing pigments on the tips of their fingers
I cry for roses, lovers and the gentle-hearted, the worlders are dark 

I love my fellow worlders, in this planet full of beauty, wonders, and joy we still focus on pain,  boredom, and worries.


The preacher man asked when is the right time to stop,


To stop loving, worrying working, fighting, and thinking
Should I walk away the moment she starts plucking her eyebrow and drawing them over with a pencil?
Should I walk away when he no longer comes back late
Should I stop when I see no answer even with fasting
Should I stop when I don't know when to stop?

As I'm swimming into the open sea of the new year
waves and winds of my past pulling and pushing me back with hate and rage
Back to the shore of the genesis of my escape
Getting harder with each stroke, should I give in though I wanna sail through?
But what if my past becomes too heavy with every stroke, no longer able
Able to fight each tide, will it be a good fight so far
If nomenclature beats logic then our new champion is optimism

I stay up through the night because that's when it is dead dark silent
And I can have an honest conversation with the monster in the dark.                                                                              it's not honest actually, it's too harsh on me 


Ooh life I pain from your slicing monstrous thoughts and words
But I know the monsters are not in the dark but in my head
All the time I have been the monster, an inside job 


So maybe I should pray, I know a thing or two about prayers
I wanna pray for my peace, not the absence of conflicts, just its tolerance
With prayer, you never ask for the absence, but just how to deal with 


Pointless praying for all your troubles to fade away
Absurd praying for perfect health, wealth, and love
Insane praying for immaculate peace of mind too                Then I pray for tolerance, just to cope with troubles that never end

The struggles that knows no limits
The stability of your health that knows no perfect balance
The peace of mind that knows no flawless harmony
So I pray for strength to hold on, fight on, carry on
Just tolerance.


And when the monsters no longer wake me up at dawn
Or wait for me up late at night
And when I can do and wonder how I like
Will it be peace, freedom, or death?
Monster, my existence is a scandal

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