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The Voices Under My Bed Were Warning Me
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
A hidden meaning
What if love rejoices in the evil truth
And basks in the darkness lingering behind the light
Love is darkness sprinkled with a little dash of sweetness
Truth
You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free
The truth is they lied
They told us that growing up was part of an exciting journey
They left out the part that we would meet new people
And lose old friends
Lose ourselves
And this truth
This truth they spoke of
Didn’t set me free
It caged me inside bars of unhappiness
Left me to rot
What they don’t tell you is that innocence dies fast
Young and unexpectedly
That the monsters under your bed are really your inner demons
Just waiting until you’re exposed
And maybe that was what I kept seeing under my bed
Maybe that was what kept whispering
“You’re no good”
“You’re worthless”
“Why are you even here”
And I think of how murderers must feel
What voices they must hear
Maybe they’re the same as the ones I’m hearing
But would it count as a sin
If you just wanted to be free
Wanted to sing with the angels
I see them, they’re in my reach
The golden gates seemed larger than I ever imagined
He takes me into his arms, freeing me of the pain
And I feel as if I am where I belong
Where I am wanted
I look down the only thing I see is
Black swirls
Words
Useless, pathetic, Nobody
And I don’t miss it for a minute
Not a second
But as I look up and the light blinds me
I know I left some business unfinished
And I mumble,
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
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