Monsters Inside My Head Lyrics Novels & Stories

You're a monster. That right there is the source of all my anger. She see's me as a monster. Fuck, yeah, I'm one. Punch. There are fucking monsters everywhere in the world. Punch. Punch. You've got to be a special type of monster to ride this world, or you become the prey. Punch. Punch. Punch. Fuck if I want to become one. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch My surroundings disappear as I mentally go back in time to my fighting days.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

By the time they got dressed and downstairs she was singing and playing a different song “Finding refuge in my own lies…How are you? i’m doing alright…small talk is a great disguise…just let me be…just let me be…empty thoughts start to crowd my mind..am I only living, living to survive?..shake it off, but I’ve lost the drive…just let me be…just let me be…let me be okay…No one knows what goes on up inside my head…there’s a new kind of poison and it’s starting to spread…no one knows what goes on up inside my head…they don’t think I need help..but I’m scaring myself…I just want to be okay…I just want to be okay..All the voices in my head are coming to life…they’re getting louder and I’m, I’m te

He sighed longingly and laid his head in his mother’s lap. “You don’t have to die to see heaven. You can just fly up there. You’re an angel, my son.” She kissed his forehead. “Half. Don’t forget I’m a werewolf too.” He sighed. “Baby, it doesn’t matter. You’re still an angel.” She said. And if the next few days he spent his time thinking about heaven and how there would be more people like him, no one has to know about it. ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

I still can't believe that I fucking trusted her. She played me and I fell for it like a gullible idiot I was. Someone kept knocking on the door calling out my name,but I couldn't hear anything the demons inside me had taken over and they were pissed. I kept throwing things against the wall. My demons were on a rampage. The lyrics inside me kept mocking me. Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me

She tilts her head up. “Is that so?” I find myself smiling. “Calm down, I won’t eat you. There’s garlic in your blood. Vampires don’t like blood that is mixed with garlic.” “Okay,” she shrugs. Seemingly convinced. The monster in my head shows itself. I haven’t heard this monster in centuries. It keeps on chanting two words in a whisper. ‘Eat her, eat her, eat her.’ I sit on a chair, feeling dizzy, and I close my eyes, trying to get rid of the voice. ‘She is a child.’

Turns out it wasn't that hard. I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Zhao's finger the following day. I thought about my lyrics and imagined slicing his hand off. How could I have even imagined such a crazy thing.? Maybe I had been watching too many horror movies? Maybe I was really sick inside? Or maybe I just needed to rhyme something that shocked people? All I knew was, I was a faker. I was a wannabe gangster, because none of my lyrics were true.

“Now I’ve got to find another monster.” She stepped out into the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Pausing, she tilted her head, listening to faint murmurs nearby. Her eyes landed on the sign outside the door: THERAPY. The therapist's voice echoed in the empty room. "Monsters don't lurk in closets or under beds, they stand before us, smiling. Love blinds us to their darkness, letting us see only their light. These are the goddess's chosen ones... rare vessels of her power. Now breathe deeply, close your eyes, and request her guidance."

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

It awakens the monster within me, and I snarl, unable to hold back the beast within me. "Please don't come closer..." I growl and cover my face with the palms of my hands—a migraine is creeping over my head. The darker part of my brain is speaking words into my head: "Eat him! He won't live another day anyhow! He is bleeding out! And eating human flesh makes us stronger!" I try to shake the ominous voice out of my head and regain control, but I'm struggling. Fighting against my instincts is hard, and tears roll down my chin when I notice the kid crawling towards me.