Maybe someone will hear my call,
Before I take my final fall,
Into the depths of my despair,
Landing in the monster's lair.
Starving for my masked hurt,
Consuming it like a delicious dessert,
Diving into my soul,
Devouring anything that was once whole.
Ripping and shredding me apart,
Savoring the taste of my black heart,
Leaving me only my eyes,
So I can watch my own demise.
Full and leaving nothing left,
I finally felt like I could rest,
Until they started laughing like banshees,
Saying, "You can't escape reality."