Monsters
Something about tonight
scares the hell out of me
Doubtful of the times
they told me
"the monsters aren't real"
Was it just the wind?
But I could swear it was real
Dark and full of hunger
I heard it whisper to me
"we're coming for you"
Walking faster down the hall
Was it just my heart beating?
Or did I hear
footsteps right behind me?
They're getting so much closer
I break into a cold sweat
as I run down the stairs
knowing that
if I fall
They will consume me
Quick! The door, so close
But as I reach
I feel it's hot breath
Against my neck
Its to late
As I turn to face it
White with dread
Nothing I can do
but wait for the end
Just close your eyes
And pray to God
the end comes quick
And damn the ones
who always said
"the monsters aren't real"
Amusing in a way
Liars that they are
I would laugh
If I wasn't busy screaming
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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