Monster

Ripping my eyelids a little bit wider

Are two prying hands

That grew out from my shoulders

And I can't explain why

But it's hurting my eyesThick blackened quills

springing out of my back

and theres hair in between

and in all of the cracks

Of my skin thats grown scaly

and yellowish brown.

In my mind there's a cloud

And it wants to come out.I'm a monster

I'm a monster

I'm a monster

I'm a monsterAnd my fingers have shriveled

And dropped to the dirt

And two giant talons

have grown were they were

I'm starting to think I may never return

To my previous form which I can't quite recall

But I'm not hungry at allI'm a monster

I'm a monster

I'm a monster

I'm a monster