Better angels than me,
left their marks
on the hearts
of our society,

but the demons and beasts
left their broken teeth
embedded in my dense skin.

Fairies and ghost
played fairytale hosts
to hopeful fantasies,

but werewolves and vampires
left pierced flesh
slashed and bleeding,
feeding what they were needing
to keep existing
in a world without
magic or doubt.

There is no Superman waiting
to swoop in a save me,
but real villains are out there
stealing my feelings of hope,
killing the ways that I cope,
cause I can’t go deep
enough in sleep
to keep real monsters from
haunting me in my final
reckoning.