Monsters

I had seen the insides of monsters, as if they were not men.
My skin was always cold, and I was desperate, even then,
to fill myself with as much liquor and spite as I could fit
Inside my broken rib cage, where these mindless secrets sit

You had met the inside of mad man’s mouth, his lips were the rat trap, and you were the mouse
You had seen the inside, of hell as we know
You will escape with no soul, no bones and no home.

But the saddest thing is you were taught love
As if it was nothing but a swear word,
And I learned love was just not feeling anything at all

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