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The light chases away the shadows under your bed
that crept in on the night, like the feeling of dread.
Your parents tell you these things don't exist
(but I promise you, dear they do.) I insist,
Your fears aren't unfounded, but evil is not in the dead-
no love, it resides in the hearts
of the living.
Who mark their place by weaving their lies through your breast
ripping your hopes and your dreams from your chest.
Those who respond to your cries by leaving you on the floor
to cry yourself dry until you're ready for more.
(Take solace in the dark, my sweet
because those monsters under your bed are not
the ones you should be worrying about.)

Description
The light chases away the shadows under your bed
that crept in on the night, like the feeling of dread.
Your parents tell you these things don't exist
(but I promise you, dear they do.) I insist,
Your fears aren't unfounded, but evil is not in the dead-
no love, it resides in the hearts
of the living.
Who mark their place by weaving their lies through your breast
ripping your hopes and your dreams from your chest.
Those who respond to your cries by leaving you on the floor
to cry yourself dry until you're ready for more.
(Take solace in the dark, my sweet
because those monsters under your bed are not
the ones you should be worrying about.)