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My Monsters
In the dark of night The monsters came Creeping and creaking, Breathing my name. Peeking through windows Slipping under my bed Upon closing my eyes They entered my head. Coming out of the fog Intending to kill Chasing and racing Craving blood for a swill. I’d wake to my screams Coming out of my throat Heart beating fiercely Like a drum to the note. Then they’d be gone Heading back to the shadows Waiting till dusk Like death for the gallows. They'd always be back Taunting my mind Scratching and scraping Whenever inclined. As I got older They changed how they fed Feasting on doubts Their method instead. Using my forbears Their sins and their crimes Planting the seeds In the back of my mind. Could the sins of the father Be the sins of the son Promoting the notion Wrongs may be rerun. Could the demons from past Walk to the future Festering inside me Much like a tumour. Maybe this blood That courses my veins Is genetically soiled Carries a stain. So if you hear screams In the dead of night It’s me and my terrors Please consider my plight.
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