In The Dark

The monsters are not under our bed, 
But rather they are in our heads. 
Seeking shelter from the light, 
They show and roam at night. 
‘It is only a figment of your imagination.’ 
I repeat to myself in frenetic repetition. 
Glowing eyes coming from empty space, 
Knowing it’s your soul they want to take. 
You can’t even escape them with sleep, 
They come a visit you in your dreams. 
Praying and begging, ‘Please don’t hurt me.’ 
Afraid that I’m completely losing my sanity. 
Something dark, that I cannot see, is crawling very near, 
It brushes my hair from my face tucking it behind my ear. 
Saying, ‘Oh darling, don’t you cry,’ 
‘Soon forever you’ll be all mine.’