In the darkness of my room
There’s something in the darkness of my room
it knows something I don’t
I’ve had monsters under the bed before but this..
this is something different, something real, something alive
Something crafted by the hands of satan meant to torture.
Satan trains the monster then monster trains me.
It trains me be frightened, scared, afraid,
Trains me like a Pavlov Dog
Everytime I think I’m fine…
It rings it’s bell again
(I'll probably make a cleaner and longer version of this poem later in the future if I feel up to it)
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xbw4vt/untitled/io24akk/?context=3
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xbwftb/fridge_note_1/io24s4n/?context=3
Posted Sep 11, 2022, 11:51 PM UTC
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