Scarring Party (The)
Monsters
Why yes, Henri, I do believe in monstersNot the kind with leathery scalesbloodshot eyes or lizard tailsnot the ones with razor clawsyellow fangs or gaping jawsNo, I don't believe in those monsters at allWhy yes, Naheed, I do believe in monstersNot the kind beneath your bedwaiting for your sleeping headto roll past your mattress edgeso it can pull you by the hairhelpless to your bedroom floorwhere it climbs upon your chesthold a paw across your mouthso you cannot cry for helpwhile your parents, panicked franticpound outside your bedroom door...No I don't believe in those monsters at allWhere do all the lost dogs gokitchen knives and vanished pillssoldiers' severed legs and armsa joker from a dirty deck of cardsunmailed checks and unpaid billsand all of the missing little boys and girlsThey go down... down... into the monster's mouth
From Letras Mania