When you were a kid
You would search for me
under your bed
the same monster
is now lurking inside your head.
Count to 10
Shut your eyes tightly to no avail
I will grow my gospel
In the darkest zones of your soul
Self doubt , green eyedness and low self esteem
Are only some of the seeds I sow
Their progenies will never really let you grow
Poor you ,
think sleep is a sweet escape
You forget each time that
nightmares are my favourite landscape.
I am the evil landlord
That vanquished your brain
When did you become the benami
Against your own benefit?
My name is pessimism
Do you even remember yours?
So Imaginary Garden with Real Toads had this topic which really piqued my interest , the real fear which lurks in the night, So this is my contribution towards the same topic.