it's like a reoccurring nightmare
making you my prey
tearing your soul to pieces
taking all you have
i try to run away
the more i run away
the closer i get to where
i began, covering you
like a hungry beast
stealing your pride without a care
disquieting images of your body on the floor
i can never forget what i did
and i knew i wouldn't be the last
i knew there's be more
do you even remember me
or am i just one of many monsters
under your bed
who attack then flee
leaving you for dead
tell me Jesus
is there room for monsters like me
in your paradise without a sea
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