Darkness in every corner,
Seems to fall down on us.
As if radiating it's mystery,
Giving all a sense of mistrust.
I hear one lives under the bed,
One in the in the wardrobe as well.
I'm hoping they won't come out...
And try and drag us to hell.
Just sitting in expectancy,
Waiting for either to come.
Hoping the monsters that live within,
Won't want to see us done.
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