Monsters

The roses wilt.
Raging fire built.
The breeding's felt
As the monters attack.
They leave you empty handed.
With no home to go to.
Wondering lost and alone.
The echoes of your screams
Is heard only by your ears.
The monsters hunt you down like a game
Driving you completly insane.
Alone the monsters scream,
But you try to block out the pain.
There is no denying you feel the same.
So you don't even try to run away,
And you begin to dwell in their blame.
Pointing fingers the monster laugh,
And they begin their brutal attack.
You turn your back trying to block the piercing of your heart,
But one by one they tear you apart.