Monster's under my bed.

What's that scratching sound?
Is it the monsters under my bed?
Are the monsters in my head?
Those are the monsters that I truly dread.
The nights are long.
But that's where I belong. 
Dragged down deep into the darkness.
Beneath the floor boards, breathless.
Falling far below.
Into the places only monsters go.
Never meant for humans to know.
Little lights zip like fireflies, right before my eyes.
Am I dead? No, just under my bed.
With the monsters that I dread.
Where only inhuman things belong. When the nights are so dark and long.
I really wish I'd be home.
In my bed, with the monsters just inside my head.
The shadow's creep and the darkness crawls.
I can't seem to see them all.
Hearing soft whispers to join their ranks.
I tell myself, don't let go, its only their pranks.
They feed on your weakness.
Come.... Join us....
If I stay awake, they cannot take.
If I hold on 'til daylight, I will when this horrendous fight.
They will have to retire from their play and I will go about my day.
Safe from the monsters that I dread, until it's time to go back to bed.

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