And whisper sweet release.

When I was little,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they hid underneath my bed.

I saw demons,

they hid in my closet.

I saw hope,

through people who had firm belief.

I saw love,

embraced with wide open arms.

When I grew older,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they crawled down my hallway.

I saw demons,

they crept into my bed.

I saw hope,

people who so vainly wanted to believe.

I saw love,

redemption from a greater God.

When I was old,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

crawling inside of me.

I saw demons,

drifting off of my fingertips.

I saw hope,

greedy con-men hoping for salvation.

I saw love,

but it simply turned to dust.

The monsters live within us.

The demons haunt our steps.

Hope is just a vain excuse for faith.

And love is simply reaching for unimaginable depths.