We grew up being afraid of the dark because our parents told us monsters dwelled in the abyss that was the unknown.

so we grow up terrified of the darkness and we cried for help mid-sleep,

Dad or mom walking through the door telling us

"there isn’t anything here, try and get some shut eye"

if there isn’t anything here then why does it feel like there is?

why did you tell me that there are monsters that reside in the darkness.

why would you tell me that monsters are real?

through broken pieces in the walls i heard them roar,
pain and agony left their mouths and took hold on the walls and slowly crept into the darkest corners of the house.

were they the monsters i was afraid of?

Maybe it was a warning;
that I am the vessel for a demon that resides inside my bones.

God and the devil are raging inside me,
and i can feel them.

I grew wings when she kissed my cheek and told me i wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark anymore.

That there was a sun inside my throat and when i smiled flowers grew where death took life away.

That roses bloomed inside her lungs and she could breathe again.

And i didn't know what life tasted like but when i kissed her lips i swear that it was better than watching the sun rise;

illuminating the sky in array of colours that only those who skip the idea of sleep ever witness.

there was a light that left her mouth whenever she said anything to me,
the kingdom of god was in her throat and i swore this was heaven.

Here I sit like a daisy soaking in the dew and tasting the rays of light that leave your smile,

and I can feel your teeth at my neck.

The monsters have subsided

I’m No longer afraid of the darkness,

I no longer fear the demons at my door step,

I’m not afraid anymore.

There is light within the empty bliss
that we fall for an endless amount of time,

Time,
something that is cherished or forgotten
but I learned that it exists as long as I want it to.

And we have lifetimes together..