Sad, sad monster,

keep your head down,

turn back inside of,

yourself.

Sad, sad monster,

keep your voice down,

don't rise up too loud,

again.

You must hide,

and remain hidden,

they don't understand.

There's a big shock coming,

or a dosage of dull candies,

to make you right as rain,

It will destroy all that pain,

and make you normal again.

Trust in me,

my dear monster,

there's a flood coming,

it's pouring through the ceilings,

of all the skyscrapers,

penetrated by broken shards,

of dreams,

that tear apart,

the roof of your mouth,

and scrape your retinas,

grind your scalp,

gut your brain.

Only left,

numb.