I wish to float away,

In the depths of daylight’s beams,

I wish to doze away,

But beasts keep haunting my dreams.

I cower in my bed,

Under an uncomforting page,

Their thoughts sewn in my head,

Such fearsome, negative rage.

Even with a nightlight,

There is no light to be found,

Even in the edge of good sight

Those demons still roam around.

God, I’m a fucking child,

But even a child likes peace,

When the world gets too wild,

Horrors lurking underneath.

Where I rest, my whole spirits are stunned—

I won’t rest until I feel joy’s sun,

So, for now, endless days of fear and glum;

Door shut tightly, might the monsters come.