Bed

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, and the monstrosity that resides.

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, when the crazy comes to life.

There’s a disconnection from reality when he looks into my eyes.

There’s a serial killer inside that brain that turns my sunny days to night.  

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, and let the monsters invade my skin.

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, because hell isn’t where I’m living.

A decapitated head sits upon his vanity. He loves his dog and family.

But Still, a decapitated head sits upon his vanity and gazes in the

cracked mirror within.

So, I’m not gonna go to bed with it and reproduce some childlike monsters.

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, because I will not feed its hunger.

I’m not gonna go to bed with it, because I’m better than this shit.

You had been keeping me down, down in your underground.

You made your bed, so now lie in it.