A MONSTER WITHIN ME

I am a monster looking into the deep depths of pain, hovering over humanity, wondering if I am sane. I'm twisted up inside, so i Can't decide if I am strange. I rest my head and cry, as my eyes see the flames.
These visions have been there all along, but it's hard to see what's deranged, unless they've been seen before, and now lie inside my brain. Locked by chains and doors, but still pour threw my vains. I tried to release it, it was the cause of my strain. It left my mind in pieces, and made the war I became.
In a desert of confusion I'm a simple grain of sand, in a lake of polution im that fish that can not swim. If my life was a tornado, I'd be that funnel from within, which leaves me alone, motionless, and full of sin.
If my life was a glass, that glass would be upside down, spilling all my laughs, and grasping all my frowns.
If only life would last, I'd turn it all around, but instead my life will pass, and I'll turn to ash in the ground....