The monsters were never under our
bed
They are the shadows of doubt in our
head
Twisted vines of fear choking us
from rational thought
Two million spiders and in their web,
we are caught
Try but we can’t find footing in the
sinking sand
Too tired to go on we let go, give
up again
Thinking the darkness will swallow
us whole
Till we realize we should just listen to
our soul
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