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Classic Mosnters

The monsters under the bed,
            Are no match for those in my head.
                        The monsters with spikes and sharp teeth alike,
                                    Aren’t as sharp as the words that cut like a knife.
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice couldn’t cause as much pain, 
            As the constant rejection of someone that I cannot obtain.
                        Randal, Sulley, and Mike couldn’t make me scream anymore,
                                    Than the sleepless nights and nightmares as the night before.
Dracula couldn’t compete by sucking blood from his victims,
            With the people around me killing my humility and wisdom.
                        The Loch Ness monster couldn’t drown me in water,
                                    Considering each day my brain is filled with ideas of my slaughter.
Zombies would not go near my brain or I,
            Because my brain keeps a single razor on constant standby.
                        Banshees won’t be able to numb my ears,
                                    Due to my head making up new government fears.
The monsters inside all the movies and films face defeat, 
Because the monsters in my head are all on constant repeat.

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Nine Eleven

I love this, your state of mind unhinged with images of films, brilliant work Makayla. 

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