do you know what comes after midnight?
monsters.
it's a bit silly if you asked me. because why should I--we believe in monsters under the beds but let me tell you,
the real monster,
they dont live under the beds.
they run around your mind.
creating the scenario, plotting the tragedy.
they own your heart.
waiting for something uncertain, feeding you with fear.
they wave around your ears,
whispering poisons words, calling your mistakes.
because the real monsters,
they don't live under the beds.
- they live inside of you.
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After The Sunset
Non-Fictionyou came in waves, but you never stayed. --- dedicated to you, the one who makes me realize that it doesn't take a bullet to kill someone. © Copyrights Reserved
