Brushing my teeth,
I gaze at the sword in my sheath,
It is Hallowe’en night,
And I know it is coming out to fight,
Always biding its time,
Ready to come out on a dime,
Sliding end to end,
Killing family and friend,
It’s red eyes glowed,
And then a bird outside crowed,
Taking me away from my blissful thinking,
Then I started rapidly blinking,
I have a secret weapon,
And nobody was to step-in,
If I surely lost,
Who would pay the cost?
Trying to keep the monster within,
In the closet, it starts to grin,
Spitting out my mint toothpaste,
I began to walk over to my bed with haste,
To what do I owe the great pleasure?
I know this won’t be a time to leisure,
It's starting to hum its sorry song,
Its influence is very strong,
I'm settled in bed ready to fight,
Ready to kick, run or bite,
To stop this monster from taking over,
If I win I’ll surely be granted a sweet clover,
As I lay my mind to rest,
My sins come out to provoke and test,
I tell you this is a mental war,
I battle I fight forever more,
The inside seeks to come out,
Psycho will soon begin to shout,
Shouting in high-pitched laughter,
And It will leave right after,
To go do It’s evil deeds,
To plant more of its wicked seeds,
The closet begins to bang,
And I feel my heart begin to clang,
I have no control over my condition,
The Psycho has control of my ambition,
I hope I hid the knives well this year,
I hope It won’t kill my only peer,
The inward battle rages on,
Until I am dead and gone,
The Psycho doesn’t want to hide,
For a long time, it lied,
It said, “Hey man, I’m not a killer!”,
“I just like to make life a thriller.”,
The lies, the lies,
I thought It was so wise,
That’s why so many deaths occurred,
Because I let myself be lured,
The closet is where I try to hide my sin,
I try to keep them all within,
The bed is my mind at rest,
Where I’ll surely never be blest,
When my mind goes to sleep my sins come out,
And the Psycho lurks all about,
I cannot control the Psycho,
I tell it to leave, and to get up and go,
Just to relieve me of Its sin,
When it comes back I don’t ask where’s it’s been.
This is my life’s story,
Although it’s quite gory.
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My Monster in my Closet
A short poem by Planty
Just to clarify, this story is about a psycho who is trying to keep their issue hidden. The monster wants to kill and it trying to break out of the closet which is where it's "hidden".
I gaze at the sword in my sheath,
It is Hallowe’en night,
And I know it is coming out to fight,
Always biding its time,
Ready to come out on a dime,
Sliding end to end,
Killing family and friend,
It’s red eyes glowed,
And then a bird outside crowed,
Taking me away from my blissful thinking,
Then I started rapidly blinking,
I have a secret weapon,
And nobody was to step-in,
If I surely lost,
Who would pay the cost?
Trying to keep the monster within,
In the closet, it starts to grin,
Spitting out my mint toothpaste,
I began to walk over to my bed with haste,
To what do I owe the great pleasure?
I know this won’t be a time to leisure,
It's starting to hum its sorry song,
Its influence is very strong,
I'm settled in bed ready to fight,
Ready to kick, run or bite,
To stop this monster from taking over,
If I win I’ll surely be granted a sweet clover,
As I lay my mind to rest,
My sins come out to provoke and test,
I tell you this is a mental war,
I battle I fight forever more,
The inside seeks to come out,
Psycho will soon begin to shout,
Shouting in high-pitched laughter,
And It will leave right after,
To go do It’s evil deeds,
To plant more of its wicked seeds,
The closet begins to bang,
And I feel my heart begin to clang,
I have no control over my condition,
The Psycho has control of my ambition,
I hope I hid the knives well this year,
I hope It won’t kill my only peer,
The inward battle rages on,
Until I am dead and gone,
The Psycho doesn’t want to hide,
For a long time, it lied,
It said, “Hey man, I’m not a killer!”,
“I just like to make life a thriller.”,
The lies, the lies,
I thought It was so wise,
That’s why so many deaths occurred,
Because I let myself be lured,
The closet is where I try to hide my sin,
I try to keep them all within,
The bed is my mind at rest,
Where I’ll surely never be blest,
When my mind goes to sleep my sins come out,
And the Psycho lurks all about,
I cannot control the Psycho,
I tell it to leave, and to get up and go,
Just to relieve me of Its sin,
When it comes back I don’t ask where’s it’s been.
This is my life’s story,
Although it’s quite gory.
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My Monster in my Closet
A short poem by Planty
Just to clarify, this story is about a psycho who is trying to keep their issue hidden. The monster wants to kill and it trying to break out of the closet which is where it's "hidden".
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