When the monsters
Become real
Where do we hide?
Who do we run to?
When we find
Within ourselves
The lurking darkness
Who do we turn to for light?
That which we see
When passing a mirror
Out of the corner
Of our eyes
That sly glint
Of potential evil
That lets us know
They are real
They no longer reside
Within our closets
Or under our beds
They live within us
Waiting
Watching
Biding for time
For the perfect opportunity
To shatter the bonds
And take over
To taste the freedom
Of being king…
~Shamshaad~
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