Be careful, there are things under your bed.
Hiding, lurking,
In the shadows.
Waiting for you, to fall into a deep sleep.
So that they can come out, and eat you.
Be careful, there are creatures in your closet.
Waiting, watching,
Your every move, every detail,
They're always watching.
Be careful, there are monsters outside your room,
Two downstairs in the living room,
Crashing, loud voices,
Arguing, about things that you will never understand,
Yet somehow know.
When will you realize, that you were never loved by them?
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RandomA Book Where I Dump Stories (and possibly poetry) That I Create From Time to Time. The Content Of The Book Varies From Simple Short Stories; To Character's (angsty) Background. If You Somehow Find Yourself Enjoying My Writing, I'm Glad! ᵀʰᵒ ᴵᵗ'ᵈ ᴮᵉ...
