Humanity Is a Monster

My monster is just human,
walking around with his hands held high so as not to get them dirty on reality.
He creaks when he walks and smiles when he talks
but he is always saying the most disgusting things.

My monster is only a man,
But a man is a monster with my heart in his hands.
The games that he plays are as seethrough as snow which is clear as ice when it lays on it's own.
This is how I know you.

A monster is a funny thing,
Oh the fear it invokes in my mind
No ghouly ghosts are needed here,
Just a man that fails to be kind.