Monsters Under my Bed

They never sleep Even when you lie next to me

With your arm around my waist

They’re there

Breathing down my neck

Waiting with their teeth bare.

When your laughter rings through my room

Or my head tips to your shoulder

When we’re screaming on top of our lungs

For better or for worse

They’re there, right over my shoulder

Watching.

They’ll never leave

They’ll take me down someday

Down Pluto’s dark-blue blaze

Where I’ll be nothing

But a voice

Where you’ll be nothing, but gone.

I’ll be nothing but pain

So why fight at all?

Why sweat when you can just walk away?

They will win anyway

They will have the last laugh

And I will be fine, won’t I?

We all have our demons, don’t we?

We grew up with monsters under our beds

Mine just sleep with me and sing me lullabies

Every night

In the mornings, they dig my grave

And bury me alive.

You tell me you have darkness too

But mine’s a trail of blood

Dripping all the way back

To the day he threw me down the staircase

You tell me it’s okay

That you love me so.

I know

But they’re watching,

Listening

And they tell me they love me too.