theyve gotten in. i can feel their breath on the back of 
my neck. i can feel their fingers faintly carressing me. 
this makeshift monster is mine. i provided the wood for 
myself. itll rot and decay. i know that its not raining 
because im a banquet for the earthworms buried in my 
skin; for the maggots dwelling deep within. throw me into 
the front yard. shut my eyes, the sores of the soul. 
cover up with makeup the reality that we're not perfect. 
and if misery loves company, then i dont want to be 
miserable so i can rest alone. let me sleep. this is the 
last time youll ever see me so wave goodbye. this is the 
answer to a question that you never asked but i have 
realized that im a monster inside. force your lips to 
express the kiss.