Some scars never heal. Some tears never stop falling. The monster in the shadows is always waiting. You can never wake up to a new beginning so you hope to never wake up at all. The monster is a constant. He resides in all that you are and all that you hope to become. “Good days” are only mindless torments there to remind you of what you will never have. You sit in endless silence trying to unlock the mystery of why you are so deserving of such malice. The silence is so full of static and voices that your mind fills with a ripple effect of madness. Madness overcomes. Madness becomes you. All that’s left is manic injustice that becomes your reality.