In the dark, the monsters are there.

Hoping that they, will give you a scare.

There is no good, but always bad.

I wanted protection, but where was my dad.


And so I ran, on through the night.

Running forever, to find the light.

The light was not there, and I could not see.

Whatever was happening, happening to me.


I cried for help, but it was weak.

My voice had become, a quiet squeak.

And so they hurt me, one by one.

They laughed and they joked, as they had there fun.


And so in the end, I lay on the ground.

Beaten and bruised, until I was found.

It's my fault, I am to blame.

That's what they said, when they said my name.