The Monster Doesn't Live Under My Bed, It Lives Inside My Head.

I've created a void.

It's in my head, my mind.

A fictional world I do not belong in.

One the monster forms, not me.

Maybe if I drink of that water I heard about, the moster will flee.

But it's almost as if I drink that water just to spit it right back out.

Why can't I just swallow it?

Do I have the strength to defeat this monster?

No.

Do I have the power to defeat this monster?

No.

But He does and He will free me of this burden.

I just wonder when...