Every child reaches the age 

When their thoughts need no consent.

When hearts twist and writhe,

Simple encounters evoke torment.

Days pass as moments,

Slipping through the tightest of grips;

Youth kisses sweet time goodbye

With soft, selfish lips.

With time comes knowledge,

With knowledge comes fear.

We come to know the worst

Monsters are actually real.

The creatures live among us,

Not unlike what you’ve read

But here is the key difference,

They live in our souls, not under our beds.