Never-ending Monster

In weakness, you become her prey.
She’ll promise love yet whisper lies,
You’ll fight until your dying day.

Your eyes go dull; your skin turns grey,
You think no one can hear your cries.
In weakness, you become her prey.

The mirror plays along with what she says,
She won the round, but not the prize.
You’ll fight until your dying day.

Her words will make your mind decay
Until you reach your last demise.
In weakness, you become her prey.

She wears you down: leads life astray.
Retrains your brain to judge on size.
You’ll fight until you dying day.

There’s more to you than she conveys,
The proof is in my teary eyes.
In weakness, I became her prey.
And I’ll fight until my dying day.