Monsters under your bed,
Those glowing eyes.
They're ready to kill,
Ready for the end of you.
Monsters inside my head,
There hissing whispers.
They're ready to kill,
Ready for me to do it myself.
Your monster wants to taste your blood,
Mine simply wishing to watch me suffer.
Silent torment,
Everlasting pain.
Hidden by my silent walls,
That none can seem to blame.
Monsters under you bed,
They're ready for your end.
But the monsters in my head,
They want me to suffer on.
I would think,
You're the lucky one.
~Me, January 9, 2017
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
