It's gonna kill me
Taking me apart
Ripping me to pieces
Stealing my heart
There's something inside my head
Something under the bed
Things going through my head
When I should be sleeping instead
Things under my bed
Scare me, making a sound
They get louder now
But are nowhere to be found
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Every sleepy child In a lone spacious room, Spies a scary human, Lurking in the gloom. The cupboard is a danger, The window sill a threat. Clutching a faithful teddy, The child breaks into a sweat.
Fury Ripping tearing Pain Anger, Sadness.
monsters monsters they hide in your closet they want pop out when its all dark and quiet. you wake up to a strange sound and you hear the monsters creping aroud.
#youngwritershousehold Tossing and turning, Sweating in bed. Horrible dreams, Weaving through my head. Clench my fists, Howl in pain. Gasp for breath, Red in shame.
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