My Monster
The monster of the night,
Has returned again to play,
My body fills with awful fright.
There’s nothing I can do or say.
The monster rips me out of bed,
He pulls me upright, griping me tight.
Knowing what’s to come, this I dread.
My monster is overpowering, no way to fight.
Time is right, games about to begin,
Look anywhere but down, never look down.
This is not my fault, what’s happening is a sin.
Hold my breath, and don’t make a sound.
Last time was the last time, but he’s back again.
Forever praying my monster and I be found.
It’s over now; he leaves me with a threat,
To tell anyone of our game will cause you to die.
Not saying anything the first time; my biggest regret.
Now on a Dr. Allen’s couch; is where I will try to lie?
Getting high alleviates the pain and shame.
Like it never happened, just a bad dream,
Tortured soul; a result from the monsters game,
My monster will be judged, God will come to redeem.
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