The Monster Who Reeks Under My Bed

Oh, Little Monster, do you reek under my bed
It would frighten me how you conjured bugs on my head

Oh, Little Monster, why me?
Why won't you allow Mommy and Daddy to come find me

Oh, Little Monster, does time fly
You've been smearing blood on my walls of how you were apparently mine

Oh, Little Monster, except I guess now you aren't so "little" anymore
Now you speak of love rather than my own demise anymore

But oh, Monster, I haven't forgotten
My own blood that was shed and flesh you've already eaten

So oh, Monster, don't you dare come any closer
I am not yours, nor do I not intend on being just that

Oh, Monster, try me and you will see
All the those years of troubles will be coming with me

For oh, Monster, I have a bat, don't you see?
All those years of troubles will, too, be yours

Yes, indeed.

So oh, Monster, test my limits again
I won't hear for those pleads of remorse once again

Oh, Monster, I am a woman now
And I'll allow you the empathy of bringing my mattress along my travels, so bow

Oh, Monster, continue to bow before me
Continue to watch as I am pleased from many, yes see

See oh, Monster, how I've made it so far
Without you, except I'm rather nothing at all

Try your best oh, Monster
Try for me

For, Monster, it true that deep down
You loving me is much more than the mere human eye could see.

Although, I must say, you do reek under my bed.