Monsters Inside My Head Lyrics Novels & Stories

Elodie Now, here I am again… back at this monster’s home. My head is buried beside my neck. Words that cannot be uttered remain in my mind, pounding my heart as a pestle does to a mortar. Loud music fills the air, but somehow, it is no match for the voices screaming in my mind. I sit in the farthest corner, nursing down my third glass of tequila to dull the pain. I haven’t say a word. I just keep hearing the same three words over and over again:

I stared at the ceiling. “Maybe I should just go to him.” No. I frowned. “Why not?” Because you have no idea what will happen. I closed my eyes again but something weird happened. I froze. My monster went silent. A voice suddenly echoed inside my head. How long are you going to occupy my body? My eyes flew open. I stared at the empty room. “What?” The voice had disappeared. I remained completely still. “Did you hear that?” Hear what? I slowly stood.

something not even they could control. "You wanted to be more than their failure. I gave you that. All I ask in return... is you," the monster in my head said, and I ignored him, turning on the shower. Blood oozed from my nostrils as he pushed his presence deeper inside my mind. And I wiped it off with the back of my trembling hand. "Just leave me alone," I hissed through gritted teeth, and he sighed. "You do know that I'm the only thing keeping you alive, right? Without me, you'd become a corpse sooner than you think," he drawled, and I clenched my jaw in annoyance.

With each memory that surged forth, the tendrils of the illusion weakened, and she felt the tendrils of the monster begin to fade. “This isn’t real!” she chanted, desperate as her voice wavered, but with each declaration, she felt a flicker of her true self begin to return. The weight of their memories swelled within her—her laughter merging with theirs in her mind, a triumphant song against the monsters lurking within.

This place was too spacious so I can go in here whenever I like. "No!" I yelled again as I covered my ears, this time they are all doing their best to make me eat that thing! They are monsters! They want me to get out of here and drag me to their kingdom full of bugs! "S-stay away f-from me! You're all m-monster!" I shuttered as I said that, I can hear loud noises from them. They are planning how to take me! "No, we're not monsters, young lady. I'm your friend, remember?" Someone asks me, I tried to remember but I can't. They are just fooling me so I'll get out of my self from here and take that bad piece for me!

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

‎A monster who thinks he owns me? ‎I cry until there’s nothing left. ‎Until my throat is raw and my eyes are swollen and the cold seeps through my clothes. ‎Then I drag myself inside. ‎Lock the door. ‎Curl up in bed. ‎And stare at the ceiling until dawn. ‎Wondering how everything fell apart so fast. ‎Wondering if I can fix it. ‎Wondering if I even want to. ‎Because part of me—the part I hate—wonders what it would feel like to let the monster win.

I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I 'll be your lighthouse, I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters, I'll stand out so brave and chase them all away He finishes strumming his guitar, and now he's looking directly into my eyes. I don't know if it is because of his power or not, but I feel my whole system is calming down whenever I am with him, even though he also betrays me.

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.

Was I starting to hallucinate? He towered over me, making me shiver and I finally found my voice. “Who…” I had swallowed my remaining words as something warm landed on my lips. It felt wrong, yet sweet. His lips glided over my skin, setting my insides on fire. My mind was in chaos. My sweet cries of pleasure reverberated throughout the darkness as he took me, our ragged breaths merging into the air.