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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April 12, 2019 at 10:00 pm
Take me too~
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April 15, 2019 at 7:38 am
Fantastic!
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April 15, 2019 at 8:48 am
Thank you!
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May 10, 2019 at 5:33 am
The way you say it makes me wanna get under there too lol love the darkness
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May 10, 2019 at 8:45 am
Thank you!
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August 13, 2019 at 6:48 pm
Would be an interesting little change for sure…. I wonder why they keep lying around under beds, though. There’s a whole world of people to scare out there.
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September 1, 2019 at 1:52 am
Its truly is
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