My Monsters and Demons are real and alive. They walk among others ever day wearing a mask. Hiding me from all other life as me back in the dark woods. This world is blinded. But not all. I set at the window looking, watching, waiting for their return how I beg my God to bring his might hand down upon them do what he may. For they do know and understand what they do. I ask how could one turn to look and be so. What happened? What did they do? Did they sell their souls? They may be in a human body as I. But are they? How do they walk into the day light among others, How they play so much more at night. The things there hands do to not only I but to others. Something must happen I know at once upon a time they to had a heart a spirit. When you look into their eyes it's empty, hollow, darkness. It's such Joy to them to see us in pain. They dance celebrate when blood falls to the ground.
We know we must do as we are...