You know there's a war going on with the monsters, 

Not the ones under my bed but the ones in my head-

Sometimes I wonder if there was a time when the monsters were under my bed and just so happen to lose their way into my head;

Much as I am-

 

My thick skull beaten to accommodate all at once, 

But there's only so much one can take when one doesn't receive

Like the plague they spread through my body-

Skin tight and knuckles white in contrast with my chest that had gone dark-

An instrumental bass saying hello to me-

The dashes that said one is not enough. Keep counting, keep tallying

 

The miscreations my loved ones said they'd always keep away from me-

A promise so empty its blocking my path;

A hall so wide there's no echoing my wrath-

The monsters saying they're my kin. It is a part of my once crazy whim-

My pulse beating with detached limbs swinging for the monsters to hug their mother who's nothing but a hopeless night-

 

Armor clad and suited up my state of probing corpse, so fragile the mirror breaks me-

And a scale waging between war and constitution

 

There's a war in my head;

There's a fight between the monsters under my bed and the monsters in my head-

There's a war between frail and scarce-

Only more tallies to count,

 

There's a voice that says it will at least always be there with you without a doubt,

That at least you're not so alone-