Thought at the Moment

I've made those monsters
under my bed my friends.
 
Since it seems you've got
no time to spare.
 
And I just want  you to know.
 
Those nights of screaming always
kept me awake.
 
Make no mistake.
 
And those nightmares that
used to make me cry.
 
Have become my greatest alibi.
 
To those angels buried beneath
the bedroom sheets.
 
So cold and lack of heat.
 
Making it so hard to breathe.
 
My thoughts now taste like sewer  
and too much to bear.
 
Micro germs spreading everywhere.
 
Infecting the cells that keep me moving
and my heart beating.
 
Oh, god I wonder when my time will come.
 
My turn to haunt the living
and feed off their fears.
 
Going through homes and minds like
a spear to make my point.
 
Another puff of a strong joint.
 
Another night with the living when
we're all internally dead.
 
God, why do we all have to go through dread.