Maniacal, At Best

February 10, 2012
You are the monster under my bed.
The unpleasant thoughts that fill
My head.
Lucifer, is that you?
Maniacal in every aspect.
Revenge is the dish you serve daily,
With no cause for the spite.
You are the pollutant to destroy
My lungs.
A cancer spreading with no formal means.
Someone, please, find the cure you.
Becase you are the monster under my bed.

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