The Hidden Ones
There's a monster in my fries
Telling me stories and feeding me lies
Not one that crawls or one that flies
But still just as scary for it's size
You cannot see it but there's one 'neath my bed
Whispering tales that fill me with dread
Silent to most but I hear what is said
I pray in the night I don't wind up dead
You can't hear it but there's one in my closet
Waiting to capture me whit it's hunting net
Staying out of sight which leaves me upset
But my body and my soul it will not get
These monsters are real and they're not in my dreams
For nothing in life is quite as it seems
If you cannot decipher what this means
Just look into life through it's broken seams
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