Waiting for the Monster to Die
I live my life but I spend my time -
Waiting for the monster to die.
This thing has stolen so much from me -
Oh! all the lost years: they are gone for ever.
It has robbed me of my ability
To sustain any level of happiness,
For more than a fleeting moment.
It has made me doubt my faith in God,
And created a lingering sense of hopelessness
That pervades every crevice in my being.
I know that when it's dead - I'll be free.
I'll be free of doubt and hatred,
And this total revulsion I feel,
When thoughts of it fester in my brain.
Every hour creeps idly by -
As I wait in hope, for the monster to die.
And if God would answer, but one of the prayers I pray,
Then let Him make the monster, die today.
