Oh my!
The monsters in the closet!
Are coming out tonight,
I bet they have empty sockets,
And that they know how to fight,
I have no weapons in my pockets,
As I am no noble knight,
But what can I do?
Its like my feet are stuck to the floor with glue.
They can see threw my soul,
Like in my chest there is a hole,
I can't gain control,
The feelings that make me whole,
Why must I be haunted,
By these unwanted,
Forgotten,
Rotten,
Misunderstood souls?
Oh my!
Here comes one now,
Crawling on all fours,
Looking like a thin cow,
Coming out of my closet doors.
It begs,
To me,
For something more important than my legs,
More important than its knees,
It asks for my trust,
It asks for me to not run away in disgust,
I scream,
Please tell me this is all a dream!
Tell me this is not what it seems,
That this is all just an evil scheme.
I wake,
Feeling myself shake,
With pure fear,
As if I am about to shed a tear.
What was that dream about?
Why do I feel as if I must shout?
Have I seen my closet the wrong way?
That it may just be a home?
For all if the stray,
Monsters that roam,
The earth,
Looking for what they are worth?
I climb out of bed,
Remembering what the monster said,
I open the door,
Peering down at the floor,
I heard no roar,
I heard no squeal of a boar.
Could it all have been fake?
Well that's a chance I will not take.
I place myself down,
Inside my closet,
I try not to frown,
As no monster comes for my nightly fear deposit,
I sigh,
And close my eyes,
Giving my monsters a surprise,
Giving them no wails or cries,
But hugs in till the sun a rise.
