The Monsters Under My Bed
They never sleep Even when you lie next to me
With your arm around my waist
Breathing down my neck
Waiting with their teeth bare.
When your laughter rings through my room
Or my sleepy head falls on your shoulder
When I tell you a joke, or take your kiss
When we’re screaming on top of our voices
For better or for worse
They’re there, watching.
They’ll never leave
They’ll take me down someday
Down Pluto’s dark-blue blaze
Where I’ll be nothing
But a voice
Where you’ll be nothing but gone.
I’ll be nothing but pain
So why fight at all?
Why sweat when you can just walk away?
They will win anyway
They will have the last laugh
And I will be fine, won’t I?
We all have our demons, don’t we?
We grew up with monsters under our beds
Mine just sleep with me and sing me songs
In the mornings, they dig my grave
And bury me alive.
You tell me you have darkness too
But mine’s a trail of blood
From the day he threw me down the stairs
To every time Mama bled
You tell me it’s okay
That you love me so.
But they’re watching,
And they tell me they love me too.