The voices in my head
The monsters under my bed
The symphony of my shrieks
Are giving people the creeps
Drowning out all sound
Like a laugh from a clown
Haha haha haha
They laugh at what they don't understand
Giving a crown to the foolish man
Hoping their frowns turn upside down
Calling me crazy
But all of you are just lazy
Locking us up like animals
When you’re the cannibals
Swirls in my brain
It's always pouring rain
Whispers in my ear
I blame for all my tears
I'm not sick
But I can't be fixed
I guess I'll do it on my own
And go to the unknown
They heard nothing
As something snapped
Everything goes quiet
I fixed what was different
The voices in my head and the monsters under my bed
Are all quiet
Because I'm dead
About the Creator
Joy
Writing a scary short stories to espace reality
What’s your reason for reading them?
Dreaming of being an author and love any support
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