In my mind monsters creep
And I see twisted bodies
Hanging from ropes they hastily tied on their shower rods
I\'m curious, how does it feel floating up there?
Or maybe they\'re corpses laying on their beds
Dead from taking too many pills
Now they sleep forever peacefully
No one cared to find them in their slumber
Unable to wake, forgotten by the ones they loved
Sometimes they have holes in their heads
The guns they used were loaded with emotions
The lifetime of emotions they hid
In the end they couldn\'t help themselves
Pulled the trigger, gone in a second
These are supposed to be my nightmares
I always awake with a start
My heart laments for these poor fictional characters in my mind
They never had a chance
So why then am I jealous of them?