Monsters
Monsters sometimes find a way of getting out
Even when you thought they were locked away
Someone must have found the key you threw out
What do you do when it's one of you
Standing, watching blood dripping from hand
Where it came from I could not tell you ~ never tell
I should never tell ~ no, not against one of us
Though I watch the monsters dancing off the wall
Look, their voices scatter across the room
Colored pills of many spilled onto the floor
I hear sirens screaming, coming closer still
Should I stand here ~ and wait to let them in
Should I run to hide myself from within
No, I couldn't let it happen, no, not again
I hear them knocking on my door
~ ~ POLICE ~ ~
totally made up, 2/ 8/ 2013 11 pm WED
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013
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