Here be Monsters.

They call it blood.
The essence of life
These rivers tainted with metal memories

So we write about fanged fantasies.
Horrors in the night
Who steal it
Consume it
Consume us.

Lustful creatures
Only destroyed by the heat of fire

But we burn too.
In flickers of red and blue

Here be monsters
Where are you?

I won't be the damsel in distress.
Or the hero on a shining stallion.
You will find me in the night hours
With lifeblood dripping down my chin
A slowly spreading grin
A hunger.

Because here be monsters.

We can't fight them
They live, they endure.
Fictions slowly sucking at our souls
Telling us we are never good enough,
Reminding us to never grow old
Or trust, or love
Or die.

Funny how those who have no reflection
Reflect the most.

Crawling under my skin
Doubts that stink of death and decay
The air smells of smoke and sin
Worming into my brain
Again
Again

Dreams and waking thoughts
Telling us it's all for naught.
My mind, my mind
I am one of their kind

Here be monsters.
Run.