Beneath my bed

Here at my door step again
a manifest of mind
something lost inside
the two headed beast
lurking just beneath skins reach

though you may hear my laugh
or see a tear coming down
you may see a frown
turning upside down
I'm just hiding behind the grin
of a clown
and I am so numb
I cant feel a sound
neither your ear-bled screams
in my hollow haunted dreams

and to dance underneath
the cloud dropping rain of the sea

I forgot how to stand
for slipping in the mud
rot!

though I know good tidings have came my way
and I've been blessed every day
and need stands afar from my sight
my days are far from bright
and I've seen a light

and I've become free
beyond my dreams
but somehow it seems
there is still darkness beneath my bed
haunted by words unsaid
and my worst enemy
sticks around to be my friend
when ever it gets a new edge
calling me to the ledge
to look to the abyss
far below the ground.