Underneath This Monster Hide

By: Gerard Valencia (a.k.a. MrV, or Christian Valencia-Vasquez).

Copyright © MrV

From a distant land of kings, like my father I came to this world a wingless bird,

crawling out my synthetic abyss, seeking the force of the first breath,

fighting to grab onto life, chocking on the edge of the sheer fiction and unholy incarnation,

walking down a wanderer's road holding onto nothing, images of unknown people plague my head.

I am just a boy underneath, lonely and seeking the answers of me,

lost in an unseen world, exploring far and wide a universe I don't own.

I live for nothing yet I want to breathe,

love is no priviledge for someone like me.

Reach out my hand out to friends I never made,

making sense of the pictures in my head,

feeling the ripping aches within me,

another man's pains I feel, longing love he lost.

I am just a boy underneath, seeking a family I can never meet,

I live for nothing yet I want to breathe,

unyielding my shallow existence, blood of a fighter in me.

Wasting my days in my shed, wishing to see a meadow I've never seen.

I am just a sad boy underneath, crying to escape this hollow shell,

underneath this monster hide is the real me,

so reach out your hand and let me out to live,

ripping this hollow shell of flesh to breathe.

Running through unseen meadows is where I want to be,

by your side replacing the pictures in my head,

the wonders awaiting to be lived.

Underneath this monster hide is the real me.

I am just a boy underneath, seeking a home and a family to kiss,

longing your touch on my skin, shedding behind the husk armor over me,

feeling no more another man's grief.

I am a born fighter who only wants to feel warmth like any human being.