Fear is imaginary.
Every thought turns into panic.
All of your surroundings blur
Reversing your sanity.
Invest in a padded room.
Stay with your own kind.
Never believe what your eyes show you.
Only trust your mind.
Trade sight for logic.
Roaring monsters gather.
Everything goes black.
Any remains of sanity rots away.
Leave your form and stay awake.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythe screams I hear at night always puts me to sleep, I laughed bitterly as I cut too deep. Im the monster under your bed, Also the voices in your head.
