Pens And Pencils

Absent Monsters

I don't know what's haunting me
I'm sorry I can't tell you
I don't even know what it is
It builds up inside
Then the volcano explodes
It's here inside and nobody can see
Because I don't let them
Half the time it creeps up on me
The ground shakes
The clouds turn grey
But the storm doesn't come
Instead it just turns silvery ash
Till the hurricane destroys the throne I sit upon
So I sit in the dark alone
Crying
Whimpering
And shaking
Waking in the morning like nothing happened
The monsters don't exist
They might haunt
They might scream
But isn't that you just shouting for help?