All the faceless monsters
lurking under your bed;
and grey smoky ghosts,
hiding quietly in the shed
They are still alive
and very much well fed;
their appetites are strong,
smelling your fears and dread
Oh you were so mistaken
and you were so very wrong;
they are still here
and they are still very strong
You thought they had gone
and finally left;
leaving you for once alone,
lucky, happy and not bereft
Letting you grow freely
and move East or West;
was something so obvious,
but you were so obsessed
Oh you were damn crazy
and stupid to think so;
they are not over yet,
the misery and the woe
Yes they look different
and may have new faces;
new words but equally scalding
and leaving new traces
The horror remains a fact
and it’s touching new bases;
you are a big idiot,
you were never in good graces
Oh you are confused
and bewildered by this shit?
No worries, you may run,
but you will again be hit
Yes you will forever run
and hide from them in vain;
and you will meet them,
forever and again and again
There might be a brief respite
and maybe some little gain,
but then anguish and suffering
and definitely more pain
Oh you will scream
and torture yourself to death;
you will suffer and burn,
till your very last breath
But listen my friend
and listen to me with care;
they are of your own making,
so it’s only rational and fair
They might frighten you
and they might even scare;
but sensibility and you?
It’s rather very rare
Oh you may protest
and you may angrily differ;
you are their creator,
but this may sound bitter
