So I love this, its kinda rough around the edges, needs A LOT of work, (I will probably need help XD) but I think it has some potential! So, this is part of a collection I've been working on SSMM, and theres a few that are similar in it... These songs are... More personal then my others. I'm letting myself put everything into them. This one, this one describes how I see/have seen love. Its scary, its painful, and God do I hate myself sometimes... But its also an incredible feeling, to surrender to someone, to put yourself in their hands and forget the rest of the world, including yourself... What I'd give for that... To love, is sweet suicide, to be loved, is a most merciful murder :)

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Falling from my grace, a sweet little monster. Falling out of place, oh can't take it any longer.

Why do they teach us to be kind to others, when others don't care, be them strangers or brothers?

I'm falling for your face, gentle Mr. Monster. Falling through this space, the feeling's getting stronger.

Why do they treat us like a pariah? They just stare, pick us bare, the blood bath's getting higher!

Oooh oooh.

Gentle Mr. Monster, sharp are your claws. Gentle Mr. Monster, not as sharp as my flaws.

Hands withdraw, at what he saw, Mr. Monster looking fearful. Jawline clenched, little Monster flinched, Mr. Monster looks so tearful.

Gentle Mr. Monster, your teeth are made to kill. Gentle Mr. Monster, oh what a thrill.

Giving in, skin to skin, burning like fire. Giving in, to the sin, to the desire!

Oooh gentle Mr. Monster, your body's just as deadly. Oh Gentle Mr. Monster, Oh Gentle Mr Monster, moans and crys, oh what a melody!

Weak from the pain, can't restrain, an act of love so unfaithful. But the pain isn't painful, no the pain's kinda playful, no matter how hateful.

Ooooh, oooh.

Biting on the lies, like a gun, where's the trigger? Hiding behind the secrets, in shadows, becoming such a handful.

(Love's a weapon with double edge.)

If love was a knife, it'd be the end of my life, tender hands around the handle.

(The killer's, they sleep in our beds!)

I'm losing my mind, losing the time, when'd I become so fragile?

(But sometime they live inside our head...)

Bodies moving, screams are soothing, keeping busy for awhile!

Oooooh, oooh., oooh, oooh.

At night we thrive, we learn who we are!

(Feeling so strong as we go with the emotions.)

In day we struggle to survive, mourn every hour!

(Was it wrong, what we've done... To feel such devotion?)

At your feet. I feel weak. What have we done?

(When the songs sung, will you stay for another?)

When did we meet? Mr. monster won't you speak? Please don't fade with the sun.

(The feeling stung, oh the silence of a lover.)

Mr. Monster staggered closer... His hands upon my hips...

(Why the tears?)

Mr. Monster, no longer a loner... Placed a promise to my lips...

(And he answered "Love is the greatest of fears.")