the monsters are whispering into my brain
avoiding infection from love with pain
breathing hate and lies to curse
these days or yet to make them worse
false affection for one with no wish
for there company or the power to resist
you can scream or rant or mutilate your soul
but the torment still grows with each cut of the knife
as your broken and twistedwhile theyre rending your mind
these sirens plead for what they know i cant give
till suicide denies me the right to live
they're oh so clever with there lies that prevail
with a whispering unrhythymn to destroy the tale