i have long stopped crying
about the monsters underneath my bed
now i’m reaching out
to their levitating faces instead

last year it all began
when cold deserted the land
creatures crept in through the walls
patrolling the halls unmanned

they don’t have arms
or legs or feet
tall enough to reach the ceiling
smell of rust and festered meat

pluck my hair out one by one
sleep starved me trying to rest in peace
screeching whistles full of fun
plan to tear me piece to piece

satan sent them from hell
to bring me back from sleep
little did he know
they’re now mine to keep