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I thought it was done.

I thought this stopped.

Why do you let the demons back in,

Let their dark shadows seep through our skin..

Engulfing the light, seeping slowly.. softly through our veins.

Wrapping tightening around my heart writhing in invisible pain.

Are the monsters under my bed gone now daddy?

Yes he says.. so why am i still scared?

The monster lies with in you and yet you dared,

Dared to speak soft likes to my vulnerable mind..

But in the end, the monsters in my head are where i find.

Everything you said. She said. They said.

They create the demon speaking in my head.

Shes going through a phase.. shes possessed by demons.

Im possessed by the pain and torment YOU PUT IN ME.

Ill coax the voices and bed them to sleep..

Nurse my pain and water my insanity..

With all the hurtfull sinical lies you told me..

Are the monsters gone yet mommy?? 

She asks the same in soft lonely weeps..

My heard begging for release..

Every wave of emotion crashing over me.

Until numb i become to be.

The voices whisper back painful melodic lulabies.

Are the monsters gone yet.. says the small one in my mind..

Until i reach the mirror and it cackles at me.

You are the monster.. dont you see?