Monsters

I lay on my bed,

the dark creating illusions of nightmares

as the soft light from the moon,

deviates from my help.

I lay on my bed,

monsters creeping from my fingers.

I can't scream for help

cause one of them is strangling my throat.

I lay on my sanity,

trying to find a reason

as to why the universe, would lend me this monstrosity.

I pray to myself

to be brave and hold on

as I wait for daylight to rise,

until then I pray to myself.