Chasing the Midnight Cloud (Currently Editing)

Monsters

They come in the night.

They have not, scales and claws of yellow,

nor squelching gills or bloody eyes

No, the form they prefer to take

is in my thoughts.

Instead of hiding under my bed

or creeping from my closet,

they like to run under my skin

-clawing inside my skull,

searching for answers I can't give

Screaming inside me!

Laughing as I cry...

These monsters don't jump out from behind the door,

they don't seek to make me scream.

They hunger for my pain and restless hours

sleepless nights and streaming tears

Their spider's hands reach for my soul,

and with each night they get closer...

Monsters such as these, don't leave you when you're older.

They multiply and congregate

to talk about your state of mind.

Their sniping words and sly whispers,

cruel giggles and merciless smirks

You feel their lidless eyes watch you through the night...

And you feel as though, if you close your eyes

for one second, in the darkness,

they'll break in and invade your head

-poisoning your dreams and hopes;

creating nightmares from anything good,

so then you're left with a black hole...

of bottomless despair.

Beware the monsters?

its impossible.

Because, do you know where the monsters live?

No other place, I regret to say,

than inside your very own head.