Be afraid
Of monsters under your bed
That, when you're asleep,
Crawl into your head
Through noses and ears
And mouths open wide
Then there, in your brain
They burrow and hide
They play with your dreams
And there's no chance to fight
As they ride on fierce mares
Turning all to night
And when you're awake
They return to their lair
The darkest of holes
Both here and nowhere
They're biding their time
And there they remain
Waiting for you
To sleep once again
Be afraid
Of closing your eyes
For that is when creatures
Come to claim their prize
They dine on your mind
Warping your thoughts
You can't keep them out
All attempts are for naught
When nothing but nightmares
Savage your sleep
Know it's all the monsters
And you're theirs to keep
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Are you afraid of the monsters under your bed? Or did you fear them when you were younger? There's so many great horror films about them. There's one really cool 80s one, starring AGT's Howie Mandela. It's called Little Monsters. It's not horror though. It's fun.
But monsters under the bed aren't always fun are they? They're waiting for your foot to peek out from under the covers. An arm, maybe.
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