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Ancient Artifact
how can you stand there
and smile and laugh
in my house after all that you've done?
how can they stand there,
relaxed and carefree,
as they laugh
with you?
and how can i be the one who's scolded
for refusing to be polite and
warm and welcoming
to the monster who ruined my life?
Yeah , you are a monster
You eat my brain
You drink my mind
You live in there
Yep, you give me troubles
You make my head burst
You made me a psycho
You never left me
That's why my dear darkness
You are my best friend.
A kid looked around his room
And below his bed
To find the monster like they said
He searched all over
Fortunately couldn't find them
He grew up
Now he didn't check his room or bed
He know where it is
He know the humans are the monsters
It's a sea,
raging all around me
There's no escape
From the feeling of drowning
How could they
just leave me here?
Alone to drown
No sense of direction
Where is up?
Where is forward?
What is going on?
There's nothing,
Nothing left
I need to find my own way
With no one to help me
Maybe,
Everything was bright.
It was for awhile.
I was happy.
I smiled like I meant it,
people noticed.
People were happy for me.
But something happened again.
I started to slip.
Something started pulling me down.
It would take me at night,
tell me I was safe in its arms.
I felt safe,
I let I take me in.
But the pain started,
I tried to break free from its grasp.
I held my head up high and tried to break free.
Because of this, I've long since been a
Fan of small spaces
Many times, I've made my bed in the
Nooks and crannies of those people
Who were more attractive than me
Or stronger than me,
Those who could stand up to bullies
Instead of tucking their head down and
Trying to be small
But being small is what gets
So many of us into this mess
I hated being weak, because weak made me
Be small and small made me be weak
And so I found a place
Where I could be small and weak
And it was still okay
and sometimes what the world needs
is a bit of silence
to remind society
what monsters
we've become
The light was burning very dim,
The little blaze was brown and red,
And I waked just in time to see
A panther going under the bed.
I saw him crowd his body down
To make it fit the little space.
I saw the streaks along his back,
And bloody bubbles on his face.
Long marks of light came out of my eyes
And went into the lamp--and there
Was Something waiting in the room--
I saw it sitting on a chair.
Its only eye was shining red,
Its face was very long and gray,
Its two bent teeth were sticking out,
And all its jaw was torn away.