The most horrific creatures of the night,
I wonder if they are truly what fills us with fright.

I see those picture perfect moments,
That never seem to contain me.

Have you ever seen a smiling face,
Look so sad before?

In the coffin, looking as alive as ever
That's only for us though isn't it?
Because only we are still afraid of death.

The difference between those who suffer more,
Or the difference between who can take it?

One day the monsters beneath the bed,
Will fear you coming into their home instead.