Under Your Bed

Listen close, don't make a sound. Something stirs where the darkness is found. Under your bed, In the cold black space. It's been waiting for years, Watching your face. It wasn't always a monster, you see. Once a child just like you or me. Mm. Forgotten dreams and a broken toy. Slip beneath the bed, that was its choice. Now it's bound to the dust and the dark. Counting the ticks of the nighttime clock. It hears you breathe, it knows when you sleep. But it doesn't want to scare. It wants to weep. Oh, it's lonely down here, so deep, So cold. A story untold, a soul grown old. Just a whisper beneath, a sigh in the night. Wanting the light but afraid of the light. Oh, so lonely. Pick up your toys, you leave them to fall. Never thinking of what might crawl. It used to hope a hand would reach. Pull it out from beneath the breach. But years go by, and no one comes. Just the echo of footsteps, the beating of drums. Your nightlight flickers, then it dies. And it feels the weight of forgotten eyes. Why? whispers. Why did they leave? Was I not good? Was I not brave? The dust coats its words, The silence replies. As the moon watches cold from The skies. Oh, it's lonely down here, So deep, so cold. A story untold, a soul grown old. Just a whisper beneath, a sigh in the night. Wanting the light but afraid of the light. Oh, so lonely. So it stays there beneath the bed. Holding its breath, wishing it's dead. Not a monster, Just lost and scared. In the dark it stays, Unprepared.