Monsters. Under your bed. Monsters. In your head.
Monsters in my head, chain me to my bed, so much dread, but it’s just an illusion or I’m delusional . I can see the colors swirling in my head. They are creating a picture. It’s a beautiful canvas. Suddenly turns to black, it’s ruined, crumbled, shattered and instantly what everything feels like. I’m daunted by the master piece. My dreams and possibilities. But every tiny thing, keeps wearing it down.
I’m haunted by my own thoughts, keeping me up at night. Echoing and shouting in my head over and over. I want to scream to make it stop, I want to shut it off.
