sitting in the corner there
are some of my deepest darkest fears
with their backs against the wall
so they can keep an eye out for

the ones that slip underneath my bed
as i lay down my weary head
that like to hide out from the light
and love to come out in the night

to slide along the cold chilled floor
to open up the closet door
so more fears can invade my room
and fill my mind with doom and gloom

that leaves me often shivering
until the light of morning brings
some relief from being scared
in my room with my deepest darkest fears