How has everything been turned against us?
How did suffering become so endless?
How am I to reunite with my estranged?
Do I need to change?
I’m surrounded by the souls of those I’ve lost
I’m the only one whose line I haven’t crossed
What if the greatest threat we’ll find across the sea
Is me?
What if I’m the monster?
What if I’m in the wrong?
What if I’m the problem that’s been hiding all along?
What if I’m the one who killed you
Every time I caved to guilt?
What if I’ve been far too kind to foes
But a monster to ourselves?
What if I’m the monster?
Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills?
Is he up in the middle of the night?
Or does he end my men to avenge his friend
And then sleep knowing he has done him right?
When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs is she going insane?
Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain?
When a God comes down and makes a fleet drown
Is he scared that he’s doing something wrong?
Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him
And now no one dares to piss him off?
Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans ’cause he is vile?
Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile?
If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away
Would that make us stronger?
Would it keep our foes at bay?
If I became the monster to everyone but us
And made sure we got home again
Who would care if we’re unjust?
If I became the
Monster
Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves
Monster
And deep down I know this well
I lost my best friend
I lost my mentor, my mom
Five hundred men gone, this can’t go on
I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus
So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches
I’ll go where Poseidon won’t reach us
And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall
In an instant so we all don’t die
Then I’ll become the
(Monster)
I will deal the blow
And I’ll become the
(Monster)
Like none they’ve ever known
So what if I’m the
(Monster)
Lurking deep below?
I must become the
(Monster)
And then we’ll make it home
(Monster)
Penelope
(Monster)
Telemachus
(Monster)
Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves
(Monster)
I’ll become the monster
Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans, known as “Jay,” is a playwright, composer, lyricist, and actor from Dorado, Puerto Rico, renowned for his innovative storytelling approach. Drawing inspiration from diverse and unexpected sources, he creates captivating, universally appealing works that push the boundaries... Read more about Jorge Rivera-Herrans