The waves tossed about in her soul
while I drifted perilously in the deluge
all the while wondering what monsters swam below.

With thunder in her voice
and lightning in her eyes
I knew that the blood of the gods
still pumped through her veins,
but I was still just a man adrift.

I longed to calm her tempest,
but I wanted it to rage just as bad.
Her lips were salty and solid,
and gave no hint of the hurricane within.

She was a storm destined to be wild.

Other adults laugh at me when I tell them I believe in monsters
They tell me monsters, they're only real in my head
But I don't snap I stand stronger than my own back bone, look them dead in the eyes and say
"That's the most dangerous place for them to be"
When I finish a shower I dry off and put on clothes like everyone else
So why do I still feel so ***** and naked.
**** right monsters exist in my mind, it's always battle, these monsters exist in abundance in the world
They cause hate, ****, ******, they worship misery and bring it with them wherever they go.
I still fight with my monsters, and they haven't won in a long time, but when they do they pull the blood right from my skin.
How dare they inhabit my body, how dare they walk around as me taking my days away
Don't tell me monsters don't exist when i am one some times.
I can only hope to fight it, but the monster is part of me

It is fall again,
that time of year
when the veil
between realms thins,
and the dead rise from
the depths of their graves,
to roam our world,
and torment the living.
It's the time of year,
when children fear,
the monster in the closet,
and the boogeyman
under the bed.
It's the time of year,
when werewolves howl
at the full moon,
deep within the dark woods.
Fall is here,
and with it comes the time
for the dearly departed
to resurrect,
and share the world
with the living.

I thought I was done,
I thought it was over;
I thought maybe I had it beat.
I thought I had won,
I thought I got better;
I thought it was gone.
But I guess that, after everything,
*I thought wrong.

It's a hole,
An abyss,
A seemingly endless pit of nothingness.
No light...
No air...
It's the very core of darkness.
You see no shadows,
but you feel their cold embrace.
You hear no voices,
but your thoughts fear their screams.

Your mind becomes the cruelest of all things.
Drawing up the allusion of beast's.
The ones that hide between the walls;
knocking while you drift off to sleep.
The ones that slip under the bed,
as soon as the lights wink out.
As soon as you full up the sheets...

The dark is the place of terrifying imagination.
Were your worst dreams become reality.
There is no escape, for you are blind.
Only the monsters know where you are.
And- and they are there.
Waiting for you to shut off the light,
for the sun to die...
For the dark.
For you to bring them to life.

I was her beautiful monster
Sprung to life by the touch of her lips,
A kind face among the unkind
She saw what most consider frightening a calm Hush through the bellows of a lifeless throb.
I grew inspired by the touch of her hand; simple yet full of passion.
Over indulged I leaped to the  Resurrection of her grasp
Tedious without bound,
The broken spirit that I felt rush back into me.
To breathe again at steady pace
To afford every sight that felt my eyes
Lungs over joyed by the air entertained by her joyous smile
I grotesque in the reflection she considered beautiful shone off her eyes.
I doubted the heartbeat I once knew as still
It all seemed but a dream
The excess of believe
Cold skin, the feel of dirt and grime
I grew in debt; not truly knowing the cost
Reality, I was only a thought that roamed her mind
Forever more

I don't think I'm scared of letting people in,
I'm scared of my monsters escaping,
And for you to really see what transpires
In my mind.