The monster pretends. Oh, the monster is a beautiful liar. A great actor. A pretender.
The one with the mask so real, you can't tell the difference.
Don't you dare believe that you can change a monster. Don't you try making yourself believe that, Because underneath all the smiles, its all beautiful lies. And why do you pretend? Why do you pretend not to see the poison? Why can't you just leave already?
What do you want?
No, we don't have anything for you.
We don't have anything for ourselves.
Don't look at us with hungry eyes.
You can't feast on our flesh.
Your eyes burn us.
But we are bitter.
We don't have anything for you.
We grew old a far time ago.
Why do you even look at her?
Her heart is in shreds.
She was was broken a long time ago.
She is the one who watches out of windows, waiting.
She is the one who waits for the left overs to scavenge.
The one who waited for people to leave behind pieces of their happiness.
To suck on the dregs of their joy.
Not to take what they had.
Just waiting for what they didn't need.