The Boogeyman

I will never rid the monster,

That has come a knockin’,

Who has stolen away my peace,

Crept up on me like a thief,

Hidden in the shadows,

Snatching up all the light,

There is nothingness now,

Only but pitch-black darkness,

It lurks where you wouldn’t expect,

Around every corner,

I tiptoe through life,

In hopes I don’t wake it,

For when it sleeps,

My heart can breathe,

When it is at rest,

I have you,

The you that I know,

The you that I love,

For when the monster awakens,

My you disappears,

There is no more Mr. Nice Guy,

No more I love you’s,

Or affectionate words,

Spoken with loving passion,

Only vile malicious slurs,

Words spoken in hate,

Hiding the man that I know you can be,

Who you once were,

The one that I fell in love with,

Becomes smothered away,

I hide underneath the blanket,

Of the memories that we once shared,

All of the good times we used to have,

Are saved for another day,

When the boogey-man shows it’s ugly face,

And decides to come out to play.