Does he do it for ya
Does he step back and adore
I have to know
He a loyal king
Like a lion for his cheetah

it's funny how
these monsters in our heads
that only come out at night
are nothing more than notions
ideas that we created ourselves
thoughts we let grow
and conclusions we come to
and it's scary how
every day they hide
in the shadows
but the night is one big shadow
and every night
there they are
clear as day
so here we are
it's 4 am and i'm alone again
and these monsters in my head
are crawling beneath my bed

I couldn't finish my poem


I had no space

For the ink had already,


burnt my page.