You live and you bleed for this moment,
And whether or not you believe,
Your teardrops awaken a monster.
A monster with you only can plead.
This monster, it feeds on emotions.
Thoughts and feelings too.
And with every breath it breaks you.
Tearing down all of your walls.
And in your battle with it,
you realize that monster is you.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Aren't Under The Bed
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