At 7 there’re monsters beneath the bed

At 70 the monsters are now within my head

Banished at 12, melted away, sent to sleep

Their cries no longer heard in the blackness of the cradle

Gone into the ether as ghosts at dawn

 

But slowly with stealth as I slept

They creep up from their prison 

Piece by piece, step by step

Slithering like serpents into my mind

Gripping my sinews with poison

 

Wringing every shred of hope from the light

Pulling me down with the chains of the hopeless

Pouring my soul in to cauldrons of hell

To dwell with the demons of purgatory

 

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