Monsters come in all shapes and sizes,
So many faces, So many guises.
They hide their own intent and need,
Yet they exist simply to feed.
Be it on your flesh or on your mind,
But know they're there although they hide.
They lurk and skulk within our midst,
They offer us words as tainted gifts.
They spill their words and promise much,
But everything fails with that midas touch.
They assume you cannot see their plan,
What they fail to know Is as a whole we can.
None are alone, sometimes we are silent,