Monsters

I wish monsters were real

They all carry the same repetitive story

They

go after poor souls like me, lost kids in the woods, dumb blonds in haunted mansions

And you see

You know how each of the stories will end.

If monsters were real we'd know the set of rules:

1) Don't look under the bed

2) Avoid long tree branches when it begins to rains

3) Run away from dark corners

4) Don't go wondering into the woods

Dont mess with voodoo

Say your prayers and not to satan

Everything is predictable

We'd know everything,

We would know each beast;

Ten foot monsters with razor sharp claws and teeth

Gruesome and grotesque

Unimaginable yet predictable little things

These little things

Everything

Would be known

Maybe if life had real monsters like the ones under my bed

Life wouldn't be as scary

Life would be predictable.

Which is so hard with our cohesive skins

Were all the same with unpredictable actions and traits

The unexpected meaning anything than a narrow minded tale

More than knowing where to run and where to hide

More than knowing the enemy's face

We dont know

Which makes everything even more frightening

I wish the boy I met was a monster under my bed

I would have known to avoid him

I would have known how the story would end

But that monster's actions left my tale untold

Now im lost in a haunted past with the monsters stuck inside my head

I don't know how this story will end

And nothing is more horrifying than an unfinished story...