• I am the sins, that dance in your head,
    I am the monster, under your bed.
    Cry for your mommy, yes cry for them , dear
    for it will not make a difference, is what I fear.
    I was the one, who made you wallow when you were so little,
    because then, my heart, was so hollow,
    It brought me great sadness,
    when they said I was born from madness.
    Did you know that you cry in your slumber? You weep and weep,
    while over your bed, I do lumber.
    Please do not scream, when you see my rot, and smell my decay,
    it is hard to look good, when your home is a grave,.