Monsters
I heard
someone say,
not long ago;
there's nothing under my bed.
All monsters that play,
and give me pain;
indeed, live inside my head.
not long ago;
there's nothing under my bed.
All monsters that play,
and give me pain;
indeed, live inside my head.
'tis now
that I lay,
wide
awake;
inside
my darkened space.
That I
begin to,
understand;
monsters
don't need a face.
For the
devil's who,
you let
it be;
dragon, werewolf,
or an elf.
&
sometimes it hides,
just
within;
I'm my
nightmare myself.
Sometime
it took,
to let
it sink;
nobody
can give me help.
&
the monsters don't,
live in
my head;
my
mind's the monster itself.
Like a
devil's spell,
it makes
me see;
whatever
it wants me to see.
Sometimes
It serves me,
ache in
bliss;
sometimes,
bliss in tragedy.
So, I
know why they all,
invented
hell;
to
distract you from purgatory.
For
there's no place,
as dark
as brain;
'tis the
worst place for us to be.
Damn
ReplyDeleteHey!
DeleteThanks! Glad that you liked it. Keep visiting!