do not believe the words they said
there is no beast under the bed
such fairytales sleep cold and dead
there is no beast under the bed
but ever in the hanging glass
the adults lied because they could
no monsters wait within the woods
they just want children to be good
no monsters wait within the woods
internal horrors wear your face
walk through the ghosthouse - step inside
the demons there have long since died
mere fictions spun to terrorise
the demons there have long since died
reflecting all the mirror's hells
swing open wide the closet, for
no creature lurks behind the door
fear not such shadows anymore
no creature lurks behind the door
and hold the devils in their place:
The closet creature smiles like ice
at its reflection in your eyes
as you break another heart
Haunting demons dance and twist
for homicides within your kiss
and steal somebody's trust away
Metaphoric monsters cold
need no wild space outside your soul
the darkness only you can see
There is no beast under the bed
All devils burn inside your head.
takes your hand and asks to play
and mythos crumbles soft away -
the mirror shows no horns today;
My evils
are so everyday...
Copyright 2004 Natalie Lyndon
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