The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare; two

ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵉˢ ˢᵒᵘˢ ˡᵉˢ ᵖᵃᵖⁱˡˡᵒⁿˢ

Here comes the monster
That visits me everynight
He whispers that made me scream inside my head.
He laughs between my sobs that made me mourn.
No matter how fascinating these butterflies,
There's monster beneath the paradise
Lurking in darkness.
No matter how a smile comfort a person,
There's a hidden monstrous beneath of it's warmth.
'Cause I do have-
and I can't tame
these monsters-
growling inside my head.