I went way over the line limit, but I don't want to cut any of it. If that means I get DQ'd I understand.
The Monster
It took me a while to realise that my son was evil
Behind a cute ten year-old smile was a human weevil
He was an unnatural infection that spread across my life
I even realised he was responsible for the death of my wife
She died 6 months before I spotted the truth
And decided I'd remove him like a rotten tooth
I often caught him looking at me with death in his eyes
Well just you wait son you're going to get a surprise!
The day I picked for the deed was Halloween
I figured on that day nobody would pay heed to a scream
So I spent three months pretending that I didn't know
Played games with the monster, grabbed a ball to throw
Tucked it in bed at night and read it a story
While planning for the beast a death most gory
It would look up at me and try to play the innocent lad
And say "Why do you look so sad, you know I love you Dad?"
And it would kiss me, it's breath stinking of putrid meat
I'd sing the song his Mum used to sing, to lull him to sleep
I miss her so much, I think she was my heart
And now that she has died, I live in the dark
And in that endless night, I saw my son
Saw it for the monster it was from day one
Watching TV in the middle of the woods at night
Wait, that was a nightmare, no, it was real, right?
It brings home pictures to stick on the fridge with pride
Mostly of father and son, standing together side by side
Sometimes they're of its friend Sid, from school
It always goes on about that kid, says he is cool
Sometime when it is sitting or when it opens its mouth
The disguise fails, and the monster pokes its head out
Sometimes I can't hold back and I give it a punch or two
When the evil gets too much there's nothing I can do
It goes to school and says that it fell down the stairs
It tells them not to worry, Dad is doing running repairs
One day I was called to school, it had been in a fight
When we got home I beat it until it nearly lost his sight
The thought of it hurting children gave me a hell of a fright
Luckily it was only a day until Halloween night
It claims it was defending its friend, that boy Sid
But I knew that was only an excuse for what it did
I sent it to bed, and told it that it was a bad child
That I could never really love it, that it was defiled
Even though it is evil, I get lonely when the day is done
So I crept into the monster’s bed, and tried to love my son
Even so, I had felt the evil building in the house
And I hoped when the monster was dead, it would go out
It was Halloween the next day, I waited for the afternoon
Then told the little monster to change into its costume
It went into its room and I walked to the kitchen drawer
I pulled out a butcher's knife, and steeled myself the gore
When suddenly someone opened my locked front door
It was my son's friend Sid who I mentioned before
He saw the knife in my hand as he walked into the flat
He gestured towards it, "What are you planning to do with that?"
I felt compelled to tell the truth, so I said to Sid
"My son is literally a monster as much as he might look like a kid
The evil tumour in this house must be removed from the core"
He smiled a terrible smile and said "I couldn't agree more
But I must tell you of your mistake, and it is a big one
You see there are two monsters in this house, and neither is your son"
Before me Sid started to warp and change
And his entire body seemed to melt and rearrange
He became something terrible with sharp teeth and claws
It was both hairy and scaly and covered in suppurated sores
I was as numb with sheer terror as any person could be
And the last thing I could remember, was the monster coming for me
Zack walked back into the room, but didn't see his Dad
All he saw was his friend Sid who was holding out his hand
"Come on Zack, let's trick and treat, and have some fun"
Zack said "What about Dad",
And Sid said "He's not going to come."
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