The Monster of Me

I'm standing in the rain
Trying to wash away the pain
Praying that the falling water puts a silence to the flames
So I stand here and pretend
If I lean against the wind
A gust will come and blow away all the darkness from within
Hoping that I will grow cold
Like the ice that's is the snow
As I feel the monster eating, ripping, gripping at my soul
I try and try not to see
I pray and pray it just can't be
But in the end, I must accept that the monster here is me.

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