As a little kid, I was afraid of the monsters that were under my bed Now they've come from under my bed, and into my head Burying themselves, deep inside My thoughts Buried so deep that they'll never be caught My mind has changed, in a way that no one understands I'm trying to pull my heart out with my hand Because it aches and it burns me, they want it out All they want I'd for me to rip it out.
This is a small poem about how sometimes the monsters under our beds, come out, only to climb inside our heads when we're sleeping.