"Violets are blue, your blood is red, the window was open now I'm under your bed", my brother whispered to me every night.
As a child monsters and demons were my care. They were my fear in every nightmare. I listened close, I put an ear. With every sound these creatures drew near.
The monsters remained quiet and lived under my bed. As I got older, the monsters got louder and moved inside my head.
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The roses have wilted, The violets are dead, The voices run circles, round and round in my head.
