Childrens Hour

The red headed banshees and smiling ties hide under the bed right next to us
Hiding from what we’ve become in this long run against grains and tides under our covers from the evil that men do
It permeates from the walls of the bedrooms and steel zoos we’ve lived in since childhood
It lurks waiting from their creeping time to help along the monsters we have been made by outside hands and secrets never told
Being it everywhere it just waits for the blankets to be pulled away
This is the world of the demons we didn’t create
And the fight is daily to preserve who we want to be