May 16, 2025
More in The imPersonal Space of rws Monster
~there's nothing in that dark, eerie room~
Monster
What? What did you see?
It’s my job
To disbelieve
The one’s I’ve sworn
To protect, to claim that
You’re mad, the danger
Is a dream, the masked men
Are a metaphor for longing
So stay here please
Close to the floor, don’t breathe
It’s best you don’t remember
All the terrors in the dark
That don’t exist
Shhh honey, there’s nothing there
No, I’m not bleeding. I have no blood
Why are you so frightened?
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