It’s bliss like this that usually leads
The monsters on,
Lets the nightmares pick up the scent
And chase it from its damp and dingy cave.
And I ran from you as hard as my
Chicken legs would allow,
But I kind of knew from the start
Those circles wouldn’t get me far.
And you were there, holding me under
Your lazily unfocused microscope
With only the tip of your index finger,
Ignoring my wrigglings and sighs
And all the while, I was just wondering
Where you were going with all of this.
Then you decided to disagree with the odds
That hate my favor, and become my favor,
And ever since, I’ve been waiting
For the monsters to move their pawns.
I figured they’d be hiding out under your bed,
Waiting for my head to really settle on
I figured they’d be in the woods, hiding
Behind the boulder we’re leaning against.
I figured they’d be hiding inside of my chest,
Just waiting for you to fuck up
And forget my first name
So they could emerge and suck you dry.
But maybe they’re not coming.
Maybe they’re not coming at all.