There is nothing under your bed,
But what is inside your head
Is another story.

What is inside seeks something gory.
It desires the tenderness of you,
The hardest things to chew.

We see shadows through the night
And we wait for them to bite.

Monsters we see, not only in our head.
But they are everywhere instead.

The mind has shifted into our reality,
Has fed our insanity.

And now we wait for the monsters to consume.
Yes, we await our doom.

—
"You think twice about your life,
It probably happens at night, right?'
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