This Monster is not dead,
he rears his ugly head.
I stabbed and stabbed
and stabbed at him,
to try to save
what we once had,
but you stepped
into my way,
and said
my way was bad.
You said we needed
no silver bullet,
or no wooden stake,
to do him in,
but I knew
he would be
back again.
The Monster ain't dead.
You can't kill a Monster,
after you give it life,
and
you can't put it
back in the box.
