The Monster.

Shaking hands with the Monster has always been an intrigue in my life.

Fear. Fear of disaster prevents me from taking a plunge into nothingness.

Fear of losing control.

The Monster waits for you, it whispers in your ear and tells you what you want to hear.

He 'selflessly' offers what you believe you need.

Then gets you hooked.

Fear of staying hooked, fear of doing so because I am weak.

Weakness is addiction.

Addiction means nothing...without the Monster.

I bless God for not knowing the Monster.

He is not your friend. He wants to rape your body and soul.

Fuck with your mind till there is nothing left.

The Monster wants you hooked, provide you with his lies and his crazy full speed autodestruction.

Stay off the Monster.

He does not mean good.