aren't you afraid at all?

the monsters under the bed

the nightmares to be seen

aren't you afraid of them all?

aren't you afraid of the tiny whispers

telling you to break

telling you to fall?

aren't you afraid of what you saw?

aren't you afraid of the gnarling fangs?

they wait and hide in the shadows

until someone weak stands

aren't you afraid of the darkness yet to befall?

aren't you afraid, dearest?

you're supposed to despise them all.

you're supposed to be the same

but you're nothing like them at all

- but darling, you are different