It slowly crawled under my bed.
I saw fingernails on the floor, then why I heard someone scratching the wallpaper all night?
Skin so dark yet so soothing, comforting. Maybe it's just keeping me safe from the world that's hurting
"I heard you crying and weeping in the corner of the filthy world, staining your words. Saw pieces of light dying in your garden, mirrors talking about killing you today a little harder. But, it's gonna be fine" it sang these lines as I was trying to sleep.
Putting me to sleep like my mother, the monster's words. I felt cherished after years of being killed in my dreams.
"Will you come tomorrow a little part of dark heaven? Will you love me when this world will leave me forever? Will you embrace, touch, cleanse, decorate all my deepest secrets? Will you promise not to fade away?" I sang these lines
A little rough voice replied "yes . . ."
A beautiful heart wrapped in an ugly body. That's why you say they're scary? Creepy?
This world named them "monsters" and called them evil, world painted them black and scratched their skin to make it rough. Maybe they're just helpless souls, maybe they're pure.
Not everything that wanders in dark is horrible. You forgot? Stars, moon, flowers that bloom at night? They're gorgeous