There is a monster within me sleeping for months together
No one has seen him, No one can ever figure
He lies there mostly, as cold as the dead
But at times, he spreads across as mobile as a fluid
The thumping beats and the flowing sensation
Historically remain the only signs that his slumber is now broken
As he comes to life, he looks for some energy and a lot of good food
Nevertheless to say, his favourite snack is my happiness
He dives to the depth of my heart, to satiate his cravings
In those few days, he eats it up with peace as a side dish.
The emptiness leaves persistent aches as strong as an acid.
Now I eagerly wait for him to go back to his sleep
To resume collecting some good moments and peace
Knowing that it would be his dinner.. maybe just a few months later.
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