Where The Monsters Hide

"This is gospel for the fallen ones

Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies

From pieces of broken memories"
-Brendon Urie, This is Gospel

            Considered a misfit, a square peg in round hole. Criminal without a vindication, condemned by ignorance. If you're a holy person, or a worshiper of the conventional standard of goodness, stop reading now. The following words are just arrays of unholy oaths. As this for the renegades, a confession of apostasies. A  gospel for monsters.

            "I stand often in the dark cracks, under the deepest pit, where centaurs, titans, and behemoth dwells. Yes, I do fight against them, but more often, I just play along with them."

            When we were kids, our parents would always tell us not to be afraid of monsters, as they only exist on fictions. But as we grow older, we realize what is fiction and what is not. That heroes does not really exist in real life --no Hercules nor Percy Jackson. And the funny thing is that, the real world is where the monsters are. This sphere is nothing but a collection of monsters. Not the kind of monsters with bulging eyes, nor tentacles, nor gnashing teeth. Some monsters that disguise themselves so well that you don't realize that they are until they grip you with their claws and fill you with their toxoids. However, you believe the myths that they hide under your bed, inside your closet, or around that suspicious, dark corner of your room. But no, the true monsters are not those who creeps under the bed, but rather the one who sleep on it. In fact, sometimes they wear ties and coat. They wear heels. Together, matching with their lockstep, they shape the world according to their thirst and eat the soul of those powerless. And in order for you to protect yourself and defeat them, you have to be the bigger one.

            Almost everyone classify themselves as glorious saviour of this world and showcase their halos. Condemn the dissident evils by pushing them outside the borderline and punish them by considering them as a misfit. But that's hypocrisy. We don't have halos nor crown of light. What we have is an empire of beasts inside us. Evilness are always with us and we got baggage of vice that inhabits on our deepest abyss. Our desires are created by our demons. Specters always trigger us for errors, calumny and lies. It breeds inside us. Sometimes people are aware of it, but more often they don't. It's impulsively that being a monster makes people feel safe, or at the very least, better. We find tranquility in breathing with the air our demons give out. They excite us in this way or that and make our pulse thrum. Yes, they're formidable creatures but once you peek, you'll see how hellacious they are. So stop crying I-don't-see-monsters-monsters-don't-see-me. That's ignorance. You see them, and deep inside you know they exist. So don't elude yourself with the illusion that you're innocent and divine. Saints are all just made of stones and gold. We all have tails and fangs. So don't be sickened with the thought of monsters --it is who we are. We co-exist with it. So give what it wants and it will return the favor.

            Are you scared now? Does it sound dangerous? Could you believe it? Your tense nervous laugh tells me you disagree with all these shits. Would you still push the misfits outside the borderline, or would you join us now?

            Gaze into it and it will gaze back into you. Beware of the dark realm inside your soul. We are all monster, dear. The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. Bare your teeth and wag your tails. Stop hiding inside that closet, stop hiding in that dark corner of your room. Instead, showcase the world how big monster you are. The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, they just grow.