The Real Monsters; Watching

Idk what to say about it but, it is a little graphic viewers are henceforth warned.

In spite of myself

I cried late at night

The monsters had chased me

And I could only scream in fright

 

You expect tales of the boogeyman

Crawling through your door

But no one ever expects

That the others may want more

 

What happens when they find you

And want what is left slain

If the other leaves you barley living

Will the others leave you sane

 

A bloody geisure leaking from your eyes

Rolling under liquid lips

And rising with bile tides

You will be sorely missed

 

Now pray

Reviews

[LanaBell]

You Demon~licious poem writer ^___^ amazing as always

[EGabriellS]

I love this piece. It's amazing. I've been having a bit of writers block. Hope you are doing well.