The Monster Ate It

The monster ate it. There is no room to debate it or contemplate it. You can hate it. Thats your preference, I dont really care. Kind of like how i have no interest in your hair. But to be fair the monster lives in a well concealed lair. Maybe something like the lair of a hibernating bear. Now this lair, is located where; fair is foul and foul is fair. You may be thinking where and how, and I may tell you there and now. If you were to see it, or peep it, you may say wow. You may even raise your left eye brow, I don't really mind. Everyone needs a little time to unwind, and everyone enjoys someone thats fine. It seems as if people search for the divine but come up short in everything they find. Whoa. Sometimes I feel as if there is a hole in my soul. Where love turns to hate and even hot coals feel cold. There is a certain ache, a certain pain. That I can not take and has no refrain. There are other times my heart feels full, with true love that feels so bold, but after awhile the cycle grows old and I feel as if my life's story has alredy been told. It is hard to break the mold, to be come selfless, to lose the ego, and not be selfish. Sometimes I want to hide inside the shells of shellfish. In the end I would just like to wish everyone wellness, and to stop worrying about where they think hell is. For when you look at your true worth, you are about a speck of sand on this amazing earth. But true happiness exists and you can't fake it, you could be spontaneous and others may hate it. There is a lack of compassion and you may think why? Hell you may even say it. But when others ask where your dignity is, tell them that the monster ate it.