There are things that go bump in the dark night,
That leave you frozen, staring at the wall.
Unknown things that trigger your flight or fight.
Dark, hurtful things that cause your breath to stall.
You want to yell, but you don’t have the gall
To face such horrors, conjured by your head.
You try to ignore, can’t drown out the call.
You know in your soul you’re already dead,
So you think **** it, I’ll just go to bed.
‘Twas just the wind, I’m not scared of some bump.”
It’s not physical, but mental instead,
Manifested fears cause your heart to thump,
Your mind starts racing, and the questions start;
The only monster here is the one in your heart.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
There are things that go bump in the dark night,
That leave you frozen, staring at the wall.
Unknown things that trigger your flight or fight.
Dark, hurtful things that cause your breath to stall.
You want to yell, but you don’t have the gall
To face such horrors, conjured by your head.
You try to ignore, can’t drown out the call.
You know in your soul you’re already dead,
So you think **** it, I’ll just go to bed.
‘Twas just the wind, I’m not scared of some bump.”
It’s not physical, but mental instead,
Manifested fears cause your heart to thump,
Your mind starts racing, and the questions start;
The only monster here is the one in your heart.
Eh... not my best work, But ok, I think :3
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