Memories live

In these halls

Like my outstretched hands

Not quite touching the walls

Pure, young, bold

Packed with stories untold

Of the bellowing laugh of a man

As he races across acres of pristine land

Now I return

And I’m horrified to see

That nothing is

As it used to be

A shell of a house

Lost in the wood

lonely woman

hidden under her hood

There are monsters that live here

Under the floor

Writhing and thriving

So unlike before

Time is a monster

For making it so

Or am I the monster

For letting it go?

Monsters hiding the closet

Monsters underneath the bed

Monsters crawling out of the faucet

Monsters screaming in my head

Monsters with tails and an eye

Monsters with a crooked smile

Monsters that make the kiddies cry

Monsters wreaking havoc per mile

Monsters exist all around

Monsters can be real or fake

Monsters appear to you without sound

Monsters are the beings we make

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The worst monsters find shelter

Where they will never be found

The scariest monsters I have ever dealt with

Reside in my own head

No one can see or hear them

No one ever has any idea they’re there

But I know

I have never seen them

But I’ve heard them

Loud and clear

I know they’re there

They won’t allow me to forget

They have access

To the deepest, darkest corners of my mind

They know exactly what to say

To keep me up at night

Doubting myself

Hating myself

Being too afraid to sleep

They let me know

They are never leaving

So, I’ve gotten used to their cruel words

I’ve gotten used to being unconfident

I don’t remember what it was like

To not constantly have someone

Pointing out every little thing you do wrong

I have to live like this now

Because I don’t know

How to fight monsters

I grew up with them.

They would keep me awake long after seeing them.

I would scream at their deformed shapes,

their sinister looks,

and the way they carried themselves,

gave fear a new meaning in my life.

They came from all walks of life,

all sizes, all shapes,

and some would change before my eyes,

while others would see me cringe in total fear.

I want to drink your blood one said to me,

his eyes becoming evil and hypnotic.

Another would crookedly walk in my direction,

a twisted grin on his face,

uttering unintelligible words

as he slowly tried to grab at me.

Another, seemingly innocent and free from harm,

changed his appearance,

becoming hideous, snarling;

his thirst for blood only second,

to nearly ripping my heart from my chest,

and when he missed his opportunity,

he would cry out,

howling his anger to the night’s moon.

There were many creatures that live in the dark,

all of them monsters,

all of them I would believe,

were after only me.

Even now, before I retire this evening,

I will lock all my doors and windows,

have the kerosene nearby,

the garlic on the nightstand,

and my gun loaded with six silver bullets.

Even now, I take no chances.

They are out there;

waiting.

and ending with you

I will dine with the devil

I will make him smile

there will be nods

and deceitful smiles

I will linger my fingers over his

and tease

in the most provocative of ways

there will be stares

there will be glares

I will lure him with my tongue

and bite my lip

I will play my role

until all is done

I will do that now

and each day

until the world is through

only so when the diner is done

I can leave hell behind

making it just a memory

a whisper of sorts

a heavy breath

on a heated skin

earning redemption

and reaching freedom's door

no longer dining with the devil

but finding my way to you

always to you

People are the true monsters,

Their words stuck in your head,

Their actions striking your stomach,

There are no monsters under beds.

Look around,

See behind the masks,

We are all monsters,

And are not hiding.

We cannot help being monsters,

But monsters can be good or bad,

What do you choose?

It is up to you.

Don't you cry,

The monsters aren't in the closet,

Or under the bed.

The monsters are in your heart

And your head.

Someone once told me 'Everyone loves differently'. And it made me think why should the way in which someone fears be any different. Then I realized, it's not. You're afraid of the dark. For you a monster is a creature with creepy yellow eyes and huge claws that will scratch your feet as soon as you put them outside the blanket. I, on the other hand, am afraid of falling in love with someone who won't love me as much. Whose love will eventually fade away. For me the charm in your brown eyes is a monster. But who's to say which one is scarier and more dangerous?

There’s a monster in my head

It killed my cat, my loyal Fred

Soon, all the local neighbor pets

Disappeared just like casino bets

My neighbors have blamed only me

But it’s the monster they cannot see

I tried to tell them to run away

Before the monster comes out to play

They thought they’d caught the guilty foe

So, they didn’t turn and go

They yelled and pushed, scaring me

I closed my eyes and let the monster free

The room grew quiet as a mouse

I opened my eyes to a bloody house

All my friends, dead at my feet

My hands covered in bloody heat

They were right, but they should have fled

It was always me, the monster in my head.