“Monsters aren’t real”


"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

Then he lay there in bed

Scared to death

Of what was to come

From under his bed

"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

So stop this shit

I'm getting tired of it a bit

You need to go to bed

I wanna see that pillow holding my son's head

"Monsters aren't real," his dad said.

Then it became real

It came out from under his bed

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