When I Grow Up I Want to be a Monster
Rocking back and forth under this storm,
Hold me back from my homes front door,
A blood rose has winged poison thorns,
At long last I hold hands with the cold,
Come down from the stars where I float,
Beyond the rays of my darkened rainbow.
I copy the wolves to catch my prey,
These deadly tools I use before I pray,
Everything new is the cost I pay,
Withdrawal magic is the most I take.
Frozen in ice under the sun,
Holding times hands as it runs,
Closing off my life from everyone,
Let in hate, fate, pain with all the love,
When I grow up I’ll be a killer,
Inside I’m broken-up as a mirror,
Seven years bad luck to deliver,
Heavens tears make dark waters quiver,
An eternal plummet for forever,
Quite a monster don’t you agree?
A night loner on reprieve,
Hyperbolically are you feeling me?
Doctors there’s no way you’re healing me,
Let me kill and die peacefully.
Keep your pens busy! Love Alex.