Monsters under my bed
Creepy and scary
They crawl ahead
From a deep dark area
A nameless place.
I try to hide and hide
But to no avail
They climb up my body
Limb by limb.
A thick black substance
covers my body
Keeping me from the light
Black thoughts occur in my mind
I can no longer survive.
My foot becomes lazy
My mind becomes dizzy
It has started
Crawling up my head.
Soon enough It's pitch black
But i can still sense them
The monsters under my bed
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Chaotic Mistakes
PoetryI'm, as the poet's say, a mistake. Well, a chaotic mistake. just some random words sewn into poems.
