In the silent voice of a mother
While her son is beaten black and blue
In the smiles of a friend
While they wish for death so true
There be monsters anywhere
To combat or to succumb
In raging winds, in a quiet house
Monsters roam within and without
There may be monsters in the dark,
But scarier are those found in the mind
As not all darkness leave its mark
And not all thoughts are left inside
Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 11:18 PM UTC
In the silent voice of a mother
While her son is beaten black and blue
In the smiles of a friend
While they wish for death so true
There be monsters anywhere
To combat or to succumb
In raging winds, in a quiet house
Monsters roam within and without
There may be monsters in the dark,
But scarier are those found in the mind
As not all darkness leave its mark
And not all thoughts are left inside
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