My Poems

Monsters

The lights are bright,
At night the dark awaits;
People go inside,
And the monsters come out.

They're here
To play;
To run in your nightmares;
To turn those favorite memories
Into your darkest dreams.

They feed on fear,
Craving the stench of cowards.
They love the taste of
your lies on their tongues.
They want nothing more
Than your endless suffering.

They let your secrets out,
And watch as you scurry.
They crush your happiness,
And replace it with sadness.

For that's what people do.
Reality can crumple a man,
But so can their fellow friends.
Humans are monsters,
Breaking everything in their wake.

They leave you.
All alone.
And in the dark.