After dark,
my thoughts get dark,
After dark ,
The monsters appear,
When others would run,
I start to laugh ,
For the monsters are scared of me ,
Some hide under the bed ,
But mine live inside my head,
And their scared of my murderous thoughts,
What would happen ,
If the monsters would die ,
I'd go crazy and people would start to die,
One lost their head,
The other wasn't yet dead,
Though his organs lied over the floor,
After dark ,
I killed the monster under the bed,
For now he had taught me their ways,
I no longer needed him alive,
Those unexplainable deaths,
And the thumps in the night,
They were all from me,
I was bored out of my mind,
But one thing was missing,
Something was not right ,
But then I realised ,
There was a valuable lesson,
That I dad not learnt,
But now I know ,
You can't spell slaughter ,
Without laughter...
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Reality - Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems that show the truth about the horrible world we live in and the thoughts of those suffering.
