I exhale a deep breath as I think about the darker days

Where the monsters cry out from beneath where I lay

The moaning and scratching I hear throughout the night

And all the times I cowered under the covers in fright

But I can’t stress how much danger I was constantly in

The times I fought to keep them at bay during day’s end

Countless times of when I thought I’d be ripped apart

Was part of their plans for me from the very start

My nights became part of their daily routine

How I hated those horrid nights with all the dark things

And now here I am, one of those monsters underneath the bed

Moaning and scratching to get at you, and kill you dead

So you can become the very thing that will fill you with dread

And become something like me, a dark thing instead



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