Don't Look Under the Bed

Don't look in the closet tonight,
for you may not like at all what you see.
Flicker the lights, on and off..
dying to witness to Bloody Mary.

The monsters under my bed are dripping,
they're sliding sweetly down the walls.
Every ragged whisper grasps me...
oh, how sweetly they appear to call.

Darkness seems so white tonight,
burning electricity like snow.
Just God and me, tonight, my dear;
that's what happens when you don't show.

Lilac walls smell like vanilla,
absolution of aspens and ponderosa pines;
every breath you try to take,
fingers tap-tap down your bitter spine.

Two thousand words plus one meaning, here,
can you feel it in your veins?
The monsters love the dark corners of my mind...
feed off of man-made pain.