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Do not be afraid of the monsters that lurks under your bed, child!
For they're caged in their own voids, too pained to scare you,
All you have to do is listen — to their silent pleas and cries,
Their mouths sewn shut to eat the screams of sinister voices,
Minds spewing endless lavas of hot and raging terror,
That's yet to unleash — thanks to the chains that binds them underneath,
Hush! Listen to their claws scraping through their own skin,
The continuous rocking of their own bodies trying to soothe,
Their bitter malaise and melancholy that's in every fiber of their being,
The clangs of knives and teeth cackling upon the ocean of night,
And you my child, was the cause of their horrid cries every night,
For they are you and you are they — you're too innocent to notice,
That the one you're caging is your own demons, too afraid,
That they might swallow the only freedom you have left.
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"We can't help but be cowards don't we? Emotions are so foreign yet, also intriguing..."
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A World of Poems
Poesía"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
