The Monsters

The monsters mourn my absence
They long for my return to them
They look to the sky and whisper my name
Oh, how they cry when I tell them no
How they long to wrap me close against them
To easy my heartache and bitter pain
They tell me I should be a monster too
That my destiny is to join them someday
An image the pain in my mind
Of blue fur, glorious horns and fangs devine
I just have to give into the monsters love
Obey, and serve, hand over the remains
Of my heart and soul, so tattered up
I resist them and make so many excuses
I cannot today, maybe tomorrow or next week
I feel their saddness when I refuse their wishes
My heart knows I'll be a monster someday
But until then I know I am but a human
Wishing to be a part of the monsters
To feel not pain, but love and pleasure
From the monsters that love and want me