monsters crawl under my bed
they have no teeth or no claws
but a raging fear in my breath
keeps them alive as long as i stay
they have no fear or no name ,
yet they live ,
longer then i'll ever exist .
they will live long after i'm gone,
but the real misery is that
i create these monsters and they crawl under my bed ,
\ i can't help but dwell ,
on their existence . i'll never know ,
if i'll live without them